Godwin Inyang's Blog, page 15

Apart
from that, there was a story told in the village about what once happened in
the big town to a bunch of youths, when he was deep into traditional medicine,
who robbed him one night on a visit to his brother.

With
Grace’s fertile imagination, she tried to fit the pieces together so she could
have a clear picture of the incident.

The
sun had gone down in the west leaving the sky with the

CHAPTER 4THOUGH THE ‘EUROPEAN UNION
SPONSORED’ PROJECT was yet to take
off, the small-scale cassava flour business thrived with its unique gain and
pain. Because of the large number of farmers involved in processing cassava in
the four sections of the village, there was a glut of cassava flour at a point
in time and buyers made a mess of the situation, hoodwinking the sellers and so
the prominent

CHAPTER 3 (Continuation)But Mr Ransom who had stayed in the big town before returning completely to hug the land as he said it gave him the freedom he had tried and could not get in any other work serving bossy people, commented several times to his best friends (though behind his wife’s back) that with what he had seen in the cinema (in those days, black-and-white television sets were owned by a

CHAPTER 3THE DAY FOR MILLING CASSAVA was
like a tug of war. Out of seven days in a week, only one was set aside for the
farmers to bring out their produce and the buyers to come and get it.

The
arrangement was done to favour both parties, so the buyers would not come and
go back empty-handed hence wasting their fares and for the sellers to jointly
bargain and get good returns for their efforts.

 CHAPTER 2THE RANSOMS’ COMPOUND was on an uneven
path off the main road and had a large signboard emblazoned with the words SITE
FOR CASSAVA PROCESSING PLANT tagged with SPONSORED BY THE EUROPEAN UNION WITH
#6,000,000. The figure obviously did represent the amount expended or about to
be expended by the sponsor but what was not clear was the specific currency,
whether dollars, euro, pounds or the

CHAPTER 1WHAT PROVOKED THE WRATH of the
nanny goat was the wife of its owner, Mrs Ransom, this fateful day. She had
pointed disdainfully to her and asked her youngest daughter in a fit of anger
if she wanted to be like the nanny goat’s teats giving milk only when
repeatedly hit.

The
nanny goat knew those words were directed at her. She had stayed that long in
the pen and had curiously observed

‘What
insensitive siblings!’ mouth did say;

Letting
its long-drawn-out seething overflow.

‘I, all
the time give; out of it now I’d stay.

If you
can’t give, don’t take – that you must know.’

 

‘You’d
pick the food and eat,’ hand said in reply;

‘From
now on I’m not a part of feeding you!’

‘And
you’d walk to market the food to buy,’

Foot
added, ‘and feel too the pinch of the shoe.’

 

Eye,

 We all sleep but we don't have the same dreams;I come from the abyss but the stars I aim.The obstacles I've seen give me the screamsBut I have this resolve to surmount them.The sky is for things that have wings and flyAnd water for all the things that can swim;Season comes in all shades, plain wet or dryAnd dreams, just like physiques, come stout or slim.Though my path is blocked by a great

4247I picked up the writing pad I’d set asidefor my new script and looked at what I did writeso far: THE RETURN OF MENDIT ONE – SCENE ONE:After a month of settling down and the turnof events from the news is a downer;I stride out and up the watchtower,looking at the surroundings with contemplationof what this time should be unfailing course of action –what number of kids should we admitand the

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AFTER
UNCLE ANIEFIOK’S TALE of the many faces of truth, my mind seemed, in the tail
moments of consciousness before my body would log off and then shut down to
inevitably rest for the day, to rove from one situation to the other to see if
I could find a contrary view with his theories of food and truth.

We
have a saying here which our people are fond of using that it is the tummy that
brings