The guitar strums from Khruangbin’s, “August 10”. Yaya is 12.
His character is Methuselah years. His thoughts, beam to light memories.
Mum calls. “We are leaving for the studio in 15 mins.”
Yaya yells. “Down in a bit.”
Pit stops in memory lane. He reminiscences.
Horses for courses. When Yaya and Nani rode horses with friends. Nani’s photo.
A figment of his wonder. Now with the ancestors. Leaving his younger brother. The echo from beyond.
Nani… “Go on Yaya. Go to Mum.”
Yaya… “Nani, I miss you. Our dreams of community.”
The track fades. Reality check. Mum’s next.
Thanks – The Story Seed