#afilu
Now that wall of clay and mud
has given way to bricks and blocks.
Path, paved by so many feet
now a-glow with tar and asphalt
House names matter no longer
Children now point out their father's house
in description with their left-hand finger.
@incognitaio
May 9, 2021
May 9, 2021 at 7:23 AM UTC
The well, like an old abandoned wife, now stood in contempt to the modern boreholes with their fancy hand pumps. Husband's favorite. Young, firm, and perky.
The thick murky water no longer serves the purpose of drinking. The lid, more often than not, left lying idle against the outer wall. No one knew how deep she was. No one ever bothered for fear of the depth.
Apr 16, 2021
Apr 16, 2021 at 5:25 AM UTC
''Is it proper for the dog to stand in the same space as the tiger?,
We shall not hear the end of it.
Two hundred machetes, Two hundred spears are here gathered,
To war against the heavens.
It is the heavens that will over come them all.''
Oloun'yo incanted.
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@incognitaio
Apr 13, 2021
Apr 13, 2021 at 5:25 AM UTC
Those sixteen seater buses are hard enough to get comfortable in as it is without having mother with an infant at her back on the row. Usually, you would want to lobby for the window side seat for better ventilation. She does not seem concerned though, hardly noticing the other two seat mates. The infant at her back, even less bothered. Not a sound or even a stir. Hard and unflinching as a rock, mother and child both. Oblivious to everything around them. They both could have been deaf and dumb for as much sound as they made.
The child at her back had been dead for six hours....
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@incognitaio
Apr 12, 2021
Apr 12, 2021 at 2:35 AM UTC