...WHEN THE. SUN WAS CLOUDED.. ..
#1STORY1week
Folake sat on the wooden stool, she was smiling amidst the thick dust that has filled the warmth of this rainy season sun, she clapped hands when the dancing became more magical to her, she smiled when funny steps were done, but her body shake with the rhythm of beats from the talking drums, when it was obvious Korede was going to win the dance.
They locked hands to each other, when the festival end,staring deeply to their eyes,their mouth did not move but their heart beat kept beating
"Ife mi" "my love"
To each of their young loving heart illuminated by the rays of smiling sun.
Korede was tall and his face illuminates the part of beauty in her mind, his jumped trouser and half cut agbada made him look more like a prince. Yes! he was a Prince, history has it that the kabiyesi stole the stool of power from his father.
They walked to the stream, down the path that became dusty during harvest season and becomes muddy and slippery during planting season.
Thread of coco yam,planted in neat corn rows made the earth that led to the stream looks beautiful.
The stream smelt of the freshness of a newly freed bathed slave, the green shrubs speak joy, the weary tree now blossom with the strength of Bashorun Adekunle after he had return from a battle in illupeju.
He entered into the cold glistering silver waters, his body shone brightly revealing those wonderful bony part that revealed the masculinity of a man, his feminine touch of her hair jolted her bones, making her quiver and jolts her back to the reality of the rainy season sun.
"Ife mi" he whispered to her ears
"After harvest the wedding bells will ring" he smiled showing a nice set of teeth that has been scrub with a neem tree branch.
" Ade mi" "my crown" she muttered girlishly,
Like a maiden who was experiencing that tiny strings of nervousness during her first taste of love, folake looked at his white eyes which stood on the solid rock of hope, her eyes never had hope in it.
Hers was one of uncertainty, hers was one of fear that lingers down the rough path of jegede.
"What's wrong" he asked her worried soul.
"Nothing" she quickly answered with a voice that sounded different from her words.
"All is not well" he held her and whispered.
His hug sent ripple of shock and comfort to her, it was suppose to be that of comfort, of love, of security that it was suppose to bring but her brain had continuously toiled, she feared Wole and the venom he could unleash, Wole incessant calls to her house since the joining of the whole moon to eat supper has triggered her with lot of questions.
He wanted to marry her, he wanted her to leave with him in the palace and becomes the next Olori, his words were threat, everybody in the village know what Wole could do to those who oppose his wish.he had once raped a girl with the aid of his guards when poor bimpe refuse to be his lover.
"Ife mi" "my love"
"What's wrong" Korede asked holding and squeezing her hands
She felt guilty, with sin of wickedness, has he not just won the dancing competition, why then was she suppose to spoil the fun and celebration, was that not why they came to the stream after all?, korede has always joked that they would have their first child in the stream, he has said they would name her Dupe, which means " thank you", he said they would bath her with the waters of the stream that held the secret pot of their love.
"Ife mi" he called again
"Ade mi"(my crown) she muttered with thick saliva holding the pitch of the words in her voice box.
She could see desperation in his eyes.
"Am not feeling well" she said just to ease his tension.
"Esu is the father of liars" he said sarcastically and held her waist.
He always knew when she's was telling lies.
" am serious"
"Ade mi"
She said a bit skeptical that her voice will betray her.
"I can not lie to you" she used her hands to cup his jaw.
"OK if you say so" he gave up his quest for truth, but she knew he was going to investigate from back ground,the same way he had done when ladipo constant visit to her house has created much brouhaha to his quiet jealous loving soul.
***************
They sat on the thick red cold earth in kabiyesi palace, his teeth dance on each other, his fist shiver after giving out thousand of blows on korede tender cheeks making it hard like the skin of a pig.
The whole of adeyipo village had gathered, they watched with silent expecting kabiyesi to unleash his terror on Korede.
Folake tears had form a pattern on her body, her kinky hair was scattered like that of the mad woman in adeyipo market.
The lifeless body of Wole lying wretchedly on the earth, explained the scenerio to new comers, while sycophant unapologetically provoke the wrath of the king,most villagers secretly heave that sigh of relieve that a kingly slave, who tormented the village has silently gone the ways of his fathers.
Folake kept rolling on the floor, her tears flowed freely, she was guilty of murdering the devil but her crown, her korede, has took the blame on his precious head.
She was walking to the stream that morning, her body clouded with thoughts, she had tongue leash Wole earlier, and Wole eyes had rolled round turning red and bristling with anger, she knew she had incurred the wrath of the tiger, but her love for korede has made her fearless, making her to defiantly stand and speak to the beast of the village, his hands simultaneously rose, wanting to rain slaps on her jaws but he withdrew and that made her shock,she knew he would return, the viper will always return to pour its venom.
His barefoot hit the ground,he walked with the agility of a warrior, his hands puffed up with the aura of pride, she watch him leave, when his frame has been swallowed in the shadow, her barefoot hit the way to korede house, she wanted to tell him, how she stood fearlessly with a fearful lion, how for him she had rejected the enticing gift of being the queen of a slave palace, but her crown was in the stream, they had decided to meet there earlier, her heart dance with panic and sing in fear, all she wanted was his hands to hold her waist and give her comfort, to run his hands on her hair and call her his queen, she quickly hit the path to the stream.
She was grabbed, with hands, that cold husky hands of his, Wole face showed wickedness, she knew her end was near, he laid her on the floor and struggle to loose her wrapper, she hated every bit of him, her hands slapped and her legs kicked, but like a child it had no effect on her captor.
"Wole e Jo" her lips rang the "wole please"
He was mute while he dashed her with blows,to weaken her and make submissive.
Had korede not call her a strong woman? when she told him weeks ago that his seed was growing on her, he said she was a strong woman and she would prove it today.
She was weak and she never wanted to believe so, she never wanted him to have his way in her and spoil the growing seed of korede, but it would happen, she knew he had conquered her and she knew she would drink from the portion of death after all this.
He was Korede the bringer of good tidings, his appearance brought relieve to her soul, he grabbed and tormented her tormentor, they fought like lions trying to gain the control of the jungle, When Wole threw her lover to the ground and paint his face with blow, she grabbed the big stone she sat on shivering with fright, she hit his head and he fell, he jerk and jerked, her love hugged and kiss her, reminding her of her strength, but when they turn look at the defeated warrior of pain, his soul had left earth, and they both knew it spelt doom to them.
***********
It been ten years since he was banish from adeyipo, his exist had created vacuum in her heart and that of many, the kabiyesi had banished him from the village for ten years, kabiyesi had died within this period, he was the person to sit on the stool and rule adeyipo, but he had long gone and so the golden stool had no golden feet to step on it.
She had held his hands and weep, her aged mother was the reason she never followed him, he had confess to the king he single handedly killed the Prince, that he killed him because he try to harm his woman and the whole village as well, but then the sycophants screamed loudly
" who made you our saviour"
The good ones who wanted change, never spoke, they stared and shook their heads, praising his bravery in their caged heart, and she hated all of it, Bimpe came and thank him for what he did, she encouraged him and sympathised with him, but they never knew he carried her cross, that his hands were never soiled with wole blood but hers.
Since the beginning of the tenth year she have been a regular guest to the stream that divided adeyipo and the outer world,the stream that held the pot of their love, she stayed with her son and watch his return,anytime Adekunle asked why they always stay all day at the stream and leave defeated when the sun set, she smiled at him and said she was waiting for her Ife,she never wanted to call him,his father, he was still her love.
Somebody said that he saw him in the new city Lagos working with the men with painted skin and stretched out nose, when need came for him to ascend the throne, baba agba was called to ask the gods to call him back,baba agba had said he walk through the lands paved with gold and clothed with beauty, that he refuse to answer the gods.
But she never care all what they said, she knew he would come and she silently whisper prayers at the stream, wiping her eyes with her wrapper anytime the day has yet deceive her again.
(C) AZI OLIVER ATSEN
#1STORY1week
Folake sat on the wooden stool, she was smiling amidst the thick dust that has filled the warmth of this rainy season sun, she clapped hands when the dancing became more magical to her, she smiled when funny steps were done, but her body shake with the rhythm of beats from the talking drums, when it was obvious Korede was going to win the dance.
They locked hands to each other, when the festival end,staring deeply to their eyes,their mouth did not move but their heart beat kept beating
"Ife mi" "my love"
To each of their young loving heart illuminated by the rays of smiling sun.
Korede was tall and his face illuminates the part of beauty in her mind, his jumped trouser and half cut agbada made him look more like a prince. Yes! he was a Prince, history has it that the kabiyesi stole the stool of power from his father.
They walked to the stream, down the path that became dusty during harvest season and becomes muddy and slippery during planting season.
Thread of coco yam,planted in neat corn rows made the earth that led to the stream looks beautiful.
The stream smelt of the freshness of a newly freed bathed slave, the green shrubs speak joy, the weary tree now blossom with the strength of Bashorun Adekunle after he had return from a battle in illupeju.
He entered into the cold glistering silver waters, his body shone brightly revealing those wonderful bony part that revealed the masculinity of a man, his feminine touch of her hair jolted her bones, making her quiver and jolts her back to the reality of the rainy season sun.
"Ife mi" he whispered to her ears
"After harvest the wedding bells will ring" he smiled showing a nice set of teeth that has been scrub with a neem tree branch.
" Ade mi" "my crown" she muttered girlishly,
Like a maiden who was experiencing that tiny strings of nervousness during her first taste of love, folake looked at his white eyes which stood on the solid rock of hope, her eyes never had hope in it.
Hers was one of uncertainty, hers was one of fear that lingers down the rough path of jegede.
"What's wrong" he asked her worried soul.
"Nothing" she quickly answered with a voice that sounded different from her words.
"All is not well" he held her and whispered.
His hug sent ripple of shock and comfort to her, it was suppose to be that of comfort, of love, of security that it was suppose to bring but her brain had continuously toiled, she feared Wole and the venom he could unleash, Wole incessant calls to her house since the joining of the whole moon to eat supper has triggered her with lot of questions.
He wanted to marry her, he wanted her to leave with him in the palace and becomes the next Olori, his words were threat, everybody in the village know what Wole could do to those who oppose his wish.he had once raped a girl with the aid of his guards when poor bimpe refuse to be his lover.
"Ife mi" "my love"
"What's wrong" Korede asked holding and squeezing her hands
She felt guilty, with sin of wickedness, has he not just won the dancing competition, why then was she suppose to spoil the fun and celebration, was that not why they came to the stream after all?, korede has always joked that they would have their first child in the stream, he has said they would name her Dupe, which means " thank you", he said they would bath her with the waters of the stream that held the secret pot of their love.
"Ife mi" he called again
"Ade mi"(my crown) she muttered with thick saliva holding the pitch of the words in her voice box.
She could see desperation in his eyes.
"Am not feeling well" she said just to ease his tension.
"Esu is the father of liars" he said sarcastically and held her waist.
He always knew when she's was telling lies.
" am serious"
"Ade mi"
She said a bit skeptical that her voice will betray her.
"I can not lie to you" she used her hands to cup his jaw.
"OK if you say so" he gave up his quest for truth, but she knew he was going to investigate from back ground,the same way he had done when ladipo constant visit to her house has created much brouhaha to his quiet jealous loving soul.
***************
They sat on the thick red cold earth in kabiyesi palace, his teeth dance on each other, his fist shiver after giving out thousand of blows on korede tender cheeks making it hard like the skin of a pig.
The whole of adeyipo village had gathered, they watched with silent expecting kabiyesi to unleash his terror on Korede.
Folake tears had form a pattern on her body, her kinky hair was scattered like that of the mad woman in adeyipo market.
The lifeless body of Wole lying wretchedly on the earth, explained the scenerio to new comers, while sycophant unapologetically provoke the wrath of the king,most villagers secretly heave that sigh of relieve that a kingly slave, who tormented the village has silently gone the ways of his fathers.
Folake kept rolling on the floor, her tears flowed freely, she was guilty of murdering the devil but her crown, her korede, has took the blame on his precious head.
She was walking to the stream that morning, her body clouded with thoughts, she had tongue leash Wole earlier, and Wole eyes had rolled round turning red and bristling with anger, she knew she had incurred the wrath of the tiger, but her love for korede has made her fearless, making her to defiantly stand and speak to the beast of the village, his hands simultaneously rose, wanting to rain slaps on her jaws but he withdrew and that made her shock,she knew he would return, the viper will always return to pour its venom.
His barefoot hit the ground,he walked with the agility of a warrior, his hands puffed up with the aura of pride, she watch him leave, when his frame has been swallowed in the shadow, her barefoot hit the way to korede house, she wanted to tell him, how she stood fearlessly with a fearful lion, how for him she had rejected the enticing gift of being the queen of a slave palace, but her crown was in the stream, they had decided to meet there earlier, her heart dance with panic and sing in fear, all she wanted was his hands to hold her waist and give her comfort, to run his hands on her hair and call her his queen, she quickly hit the path to the stream.
She was grabbed, with hands, that cold husky hands of his, Wole face showed wickedness, she knew her end was near, he laid her on the floor and struggle to loose her wrapper, she hated every bit of him, her hands slapped and her legs kicked, but like a child it had no effect on her captor.
"Wole e Jo" her lips rang the "wole please"
He was mute while he dashed her with blows,to weaken her and make submissive.
Had korede not call her a strong woman? when she told him weeks ago that his seed was growing on her, he said she was a strong woman and she would prove it today.
She was weak and she never wanted to believe so, she never wanted him to have his way in her and spoil the growing seed of korede, but it would happen, she knew he had conquered her and she knew she would drink from the portion of death after all this.
He was Korede the bringer of good tidings, his appearance brought relieve to her soul, he grabbed and tormented her tormentor, they fought like lions trying to gain the control of the jungle, When Wole threw her lover to the ground and paint his face with blow, she grabbed the big stone she sat on shivering with fright, she hit his head and he fell, he jerk and jerked, her love hugged and kiss her, reminding her of her strength, but when they turn look at the defeated warrior of pain, his soul had left earth, and they both knew it spelt doom to them.
***********
It been ten years since he was banish from adeyipo, his exist had created vacuum in her heart and that of many, the kabiyesi had banished him from the village for ten years, kabiyesi had died within this period, he was the person to sit on the stool and rule adeyipo, but he had long gone and so the golden stool had no golden feet to step on it.
She had held his hands and weep, her aged mother was the reason she never followed him, he had confess to the king he single handedly killed the Prince, that he killed him because he try to harm his woman and the whole village as well, but then the sycophants screamed loudly
" who made you our saviour"
The good ones who wanted change, never spoke, they stared and shook their heads, praising his bravery in their caged heart, and she hated all of it, Bimpe came and thank him for what he did, she encouraged him and sympathised with him, but they never knew he carried her cross, that his hands were never soiled with wole blood but hers.
Since the beginning of the tenth year she have been a regular guest to the stream that divided adeyipo and the outer world,the stream that held the pot of their love, she stayed with her son and watch his return,anytime Adekunle asked why they always stay all day at the stream and leave defeated when the sun set, she smiled at him and said she was waiting for her Ife,she never wanted to call him,his father, he was still her love.
Somebody said that he saw him in the new city Lagos working with the men with painted skin and stretched out nose, when need came for him to ascend the throne, baba agba was called to ask the gods to call him back,baba agba had said he walk through the lands paved with gold and clothed with beauty, that he refuse to answer the gods.
But she never care all what they said, she knew he would come and she silently whisper prayers at the stream, wiping her eyes with her wrapper anytime the day has yet deceive her again.
(C) AZI OLIVER ATSEN
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