The fuchure was imminent.
Crickets conducting their choir practice in the thin blade grass fields. Orange clouds, up and above, building. Parting ways, ever so kwikly fo deh sun to pose in the firmaments’ catwalk.
Indoors, in the Boys’ Quarters, shouts and screams. Upstairs, downstairs, about turn, the children are playing. She calmly said to her five year old twins, Ata the boy, and Ataa the girl;
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On a thunderous windy day, the sun was beat. The sweltering heat from the whipping blades of the sealing fan’s speed. A hot breeze forgoing the cooling tease. Outside the flat, the forecast read forty degrees. Inside the flat, the thermostat read forty five degrees. A supposed environmental discomfort.
Lingering goosebumpy stress due a pending panel interview in two hours, stress? Just like unidays, late preparations were to blame. This was for a shapeshifting opportunity of work and play, earning moolah whilst at the game. Sheesh! No pressure to bring him to his knees then.
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family are well.
At times in the bubbling heat
Things, a thing is done, said out of character
The uncapped frustration, hitting the surface from the abyss
In the hindsight of the now
Thoughts scream wow, one made a mistake like pow
The left side eye, says shut up
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The right side eye, smirks I told you
I dey Datus Co
Yellow shirt, embroidered crest on the left side of my top pocket
Knee long dark, blue shorts
Brown belt, matching synthe sandals
Short afro hair this time, lit. No more in my adulthood, its cool the hairs don’t like my shining scalp now
Lunch box in hand.
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Meet friends and to primary school we go, in Bubuashie