It's been three moons since the arrival of the white man to MUTANGA, and am surprised at the outcome of things.
These strange men are supposed to be thiefs
Murderers and rapist. I could still remember how they came to (mutanga),
It's been more than 21 days after the priest prediction about the arrival of the white man. Our minds were made up to receive them as the gods suggested, but as time went and the days slipped, our minds were no longer at the arrival of our visitors, time made us grew weary waiting, so they came at a time when we list expect.
It was the joyful season of harvest, the rain now was at it's peak, soon it will hush.
MUTANGA full of swamps and Lake's, so we had lots of rice grains, salt, and most of all tobacco, these was a rear herb, that grows only once a year, when the raining season was at its peak during the end of the year,
and our stead was one of the only lands that had it and had it in abundance.
On the third day of the starting week, at noon when we were about to take rest from the days work of harvesting.
Mami and I were at our farm of course with the assistance of biriwa." the sun is not gentle today" I cursed, standing up to stretch my limbs, using my palm to erase the lines of sweat gushing out from my pores.
quit whining like a girl and let's get these done... am speaking for myself and not you!
I answered biriwa angrily, probably cause I was frustrated, I mean I've been working since the first cock crow, and I don't think I will be allowed to take a brake any time soon. Mami mumbled something under her breath then asked me to drink water from the skin jar, it helps, she says.
It was almost sun set and we were already on our way home, I fought with my steps, mum walked ahead she was in a hurry to make dinner before dark comes. Suddenly we saw people running towards their home's, they were screaming prayers to the gods for protection as they ran helter scatter, I and Mami Didn't know the cause for there flight, but we joined any way forgetting that my feet were sore and weary, I lept like a stag pushing through the panicking crowed. I got home before i remembered mami, some minutes later, I saw her pushed the door locking it hastingly like she was chased by sha'mbala the masquerade.
Mother, were we're you, you don't know the fear that gripped me when I turned and realised you were not there, I confessed.
Am sorry, I had to drop biriwa at his parents before coming back, and that was were I found out the cause of the stampede ..... and?.....the white man has come to our stead, they came to our village with big roaring beasts large enough to carry them, I think they came for war, .. We
are doomed.Mami's words, rained In my heart, like our present weather, " we are doomed"
What does that mean for me? What does that mean for my mother? My friends,
I don't want to die. When papa died I had wished I died with him, but current events are making me realize am not ready, I don't want to die, am still too young, am not even 14 yet, there still plenty things I would love to do, things I want. Sabina,...my Sabina, I want her to call me lovingly, I want to kiss her hungrily, my arms around her curves, lips quivering, it's strength depleting over completing our profound passion, her palm,she places on my chest, like she's telling my racing heart sorry, sorry for waiting to long for her love. indu.... She whispers my name softly,
her voice so soft it chilled my spine, almost to the point of brain freeze, and the tingle in my heart i can't explain, I wont
Leave her I can't leave her.
I felt my self growing hard by what I have been thinking of, ( hissing) I stood up and
and tip toed towards the door, I wanted to open it, but I was scared, I Could still remember, the fear in mamis eyes when she shut the door, I sat down on the floor,
and didn't recall when I slept.
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