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Wednesday,Feb 17,2010
On the Grind - With Alex Wheatle MBE
Standing 5’7, give or take an inch or three, Alex Wheatle isn’t exactly the tallest gentleman. Shoulder....
By Ola Akanbi
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Monday,Feb 01,2010
The Root of all Evil
The love of money it is said is at the root or origin or inception or starting point or beginning of all evil and t....
By Kingsley Omose
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Monday,Feb 01,2010
Religious Crisis, Terrorism, and Our Security
This must be a very difficult time for Nigerians and Nigeria itself, especially with recent events such as; Bauchi ....
By Chinedu Vincent Akuta
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Thursday,Dec 03,2009
Embattled Deji Has Bought His Way Out Of Akure Crisis
I hope to make this article the last contribution I want to make from this end on the simmering crisis between this....
By Dr. Wumi Akintide
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Monday,Nov 23,2009
The Horrible Witch (book 1) - a short story
It was one of the scariest years of my life because I knew what was going on. Someone was invading my house. It was....
By Didi Adibe
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Monday,Nov 23,2009
The Vampire Teacher (a short story)
“Mmmm.” Another bright and shiny morning I murmured. “Can I smell pancakes? What’s the spec....
By Udoka Adibe
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Monday,Nov 09,2009
Speed Limits
Ever since I wrote my article on: Alcohol And Road Accidents In Nigeria, published on my blog (http://briefsfromaku....
By Chinedu Vincent Akuta
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Sunday,Aug 16,2009
On The Blues Scene!
For those with an eye for entertainment, here’s some news about our most exciting and entertaining up and com....
By Kerrie Braithwaite
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Friday,Jan 30,2009
University of Nigeria Alumni Association (UK branch): Inaugural Meeting
The inaugural meeting of University of Nigeria (UK branch) takes place: Date: Saturday, January 31 2009. ....
By University of Nigeria Alumni Association (UK Branch)
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Monday,Dec 15,2008
How sugar began to taste as bitter and as sour as Agrimony Herbs
That morning, the rain forest woke up with songs. By noon the Atlantic flourished in its hoary and azure under the ....
By Konye Obaji Ori
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'Kisimusi'
By:
Nigel Chikukwa
nigelchikukwa@yahoo.ca
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Alas, it was dawn. The roosters had already started their usual morning concerto, creating a sound so piercing that the creatures of the forest awoke and then eventually joined the symphony. The diamond-studded cloak of dew sparkled atop the musasa trees as the sun spilled its rays over the village. Tinashe immediately sprang out of his bed, put on his shoes, and then ran outside. It was still a bit misty, causing him to look like a piece of night within the white, hazy fog of that wintry morning.
He stopped running once he reached the courtyard and vigorously yelled, “Nayo Kisimusi iyi!” [Merry Christmas Everyone].
Silence.
He remained standing there, wondering where everyone was. “Perhaps I should yell louder,” he thought to himself.
“NAYO KISIMUSI IYI!”
No one answered, except the echo of his voice.
Tinashe started running around the village, bellowing helplessly to no avail. Smokes emitting from the cooking fires was clogging the air, but there was no one in sight -the village had turned into a ghost town.
As he continued on with his hopeless search, he noticed a shadow heading towards his direction. He couldn’t recognize who it was at first, but as the distance between them came to an end , Tinashe was shocked.
He had never seen anything like that in his entire life; it was like chancing upon one of the mystical creatures Papa spoke of in his stories. Its skin color was so bright and golden that Tinashe thought a ray of sunlight had possessed its body. It was also wearing strange apparel that he had never encountered; so strange that he couldn’t decide whether this creature had legs or not. In its hand, was an object he could not recognize; but it scared him anyway because it reminded him of Chiritema, the witch and her walking stick.
He began to feel the skin on his chest ripping apart, exposing his heart for the mysterious creature in front of him to glare at. Attempts to remain standing were unsuccessful because he began staggering; all the while bleeding endlessly. He had never felt so much pain before. It was manifesting within his body, killing off all the exuberance and happiness he had woken up with. The last thing he saw was soil, the very same red soil he had grown up marvelling at. The one gift from Mother Nature the villagers couldn’t survive without.
And so he lost his life, just as some were celebrating the birth of a King.CONTINUE ON PAGE
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