The obstacles came,
hurling like meteors,
He looked up, yearningly,
at the heavens
and cursed and sighed,
But then, He looked down,
To the real hell
and started laughing,
at his endeavors,
and then he became grateful
for his circumstances.
The King, was tall.
His arms as wide as the length River Gambia, thick as hills, big as boulders.
His legs, long, powerful like the thick trunks of Kabafia forest.
He wore a thick black necklace, two elongnated fangs hanging from it. The two dangling fossils were from the jaws of Jatta Musu, the white lioness herself, ancestor of the beasts that protect the deep dark jungles of Sutoo.
"Hey! son, wake up.. can you hear me?"
The young boy felt something slightly shoving him.
Who, was it again? What, is it again? What, do they want from me now?
Am not giving anyone ride this early morning the boy protested in his dizziness. He sighed in his sleep and pulled his blanket up over his head further.
Who was interrupting this wonderful dream about Corrie? Blue-eyes Corrie. She was laying down gently, right on top of him, her warmth, her breath, her scent, her skin; all providing that deep comfortable sensation.
"Bamba Saho, wake up!!", the voice said.
It sounded familiar. Distant, but very familiar. It sounded like a man. His foggy sleepy brain tried to align the voice with a face. Suddenly, his eyes fluttered open into the darkness of the blanket.
It can’t be.
He flung off his blanket. He must be having another dream.
"B-Baba???" he stammered in disbelief.
Standing five feet apart was a man he hadn’t seen for six years. With the same broad smile he always wore and his grayish Afro. The smile, so genuine itmade you feel you were with a friend.
"How are you doing son", the man said his eyes dancing with light.
The boy didn’t reply.
He was still trying to determine if he was asleep or not. This must be one of those dreams that felt so real.
Immediately he pinched himself.
The old man laughed
"You are not dreaming, my son", he said and chuckled again.
The boy was still not certain.
"I am dead?", he asked, fearing the worst.
"I really have no idea, I don’t know how this death thing works", the old man said with a smile "But come along now, you have to see this", he added extending his hand the boy on the floor.
The shock at seeing his dead father made him totally oblivious to his surroundings. Looking around he gasped as he took in where he was.
He was definitely not on his bed. He was definitely not in his apartment. His apartment wasn’t surrounded by tall trees, with rich green leaves waving to the cool breeze.
"Wait, Where am I?" he asked.
"Don’t you hear it??" the older man replied.
"We are near the beautiful Victoria Falls" he said.
"Come come and look at this" the old man added and made towards the clearing beyond the trees.
Death, you petutlant son of a gun, you soulless creature, with no regard for human life.
I don’t know Paul Walker personally, but he was one of the people on this planet i c can say ‘hey, i want too be like that guy’symbol of manliness.
One of the last person on earth you’d expect to be extinguished do early. 40!!! Just 40!!!
Life is indeed too short. Mann,I hope I achieve most of my dreams before 40.
Rest in peace.
I should stop being scared and publish my drafts.. Write without fear of judgrment
The battle was lost. Panic was rife. Shock registered in some of the men’s face as they watched their fellow warriors, in the valley ahead protectors of the Kingdom of Gamandou fall to their end. Within the distance ahead, a dark shadow and rumbling of reinforcements of the enemy approached the hill that served as a border into the kingdom.
With looks of dawning comprehension about their imiment fate, some of the men began to flee, discarding their weapons, retreating back into the kingdom. All of them fearing for their lives. All of them, except Kebba Sankomankano. Half bloody, face cut he was hacking away ferociously felling enemy soldiers from the Great Nothern invaders, campaigning conquerors of Western Africa.
He turned to see his men, sworn servants of the king retreating and his faced contorted, registering into a manical smile.
'You Bastards! You men of no shame!. He bellowed spitting out blood.
'Fight you sons of dogs! Why are you running!?? You imbeciles! I will cut the bosoms of the mothers you run to with my bare hands by Oyih's grace'.
The men hearing their general’s voice began hesitating in their flight, contemplating who to fear most, death, or their terrifying battlefield leader. If by some miraculous feat he did indeed survive this battle, their heads would be firmly planted in a stake. The thought alone was sufficient, and made some begin to retrace their steps ready to back their leader.
They pushed back the enemy who had started retreating back to the hill waiting for reinforcements marching towards them to join boost their attack.
'Gather' the general commanded waving his sword.
The remaining troops quickly ran towards him and formed a circle around the tall powerful figure, sporting atleast a dozen injuries. The redness of his battle field attire further amplified by blood all over it.
'We' he said pointing to every one around the circle.
‘Are the descendants of Jatta! Musu! Koyo!’ He said emphasizing each word with a jab in the air.
'We, never run, we, never stop fighting; for our people'.
The very fact that you exist,
Should be enough to BLOW! your mind!!
Kanye West (feat. Tony Williams) - Late
They say the best classes go to the fastest, sorry, Mr. West, there’s no good classes & that’s what your ass gets. Not even electives? Not even prerequisites? You mean I missed my major by a couple of seconds?
She walks like a first lady,
I don’t know her name
I don’t know her
But the way she walks
With class and dignity
I bet She has goals
She is probably and A student
aiming for a big career
She is single
Probably looking for the right one
And I can tell all this
from the way She carries Herself
Her parents are still married
nutured Her well
from the way She walks…
I can tell