At another moment, on the peak of the Agojo hills, I
sat lost in the stillness of the night, surrounded by the songs of mosquitoes,
who seemed dissatisfied with my presence. I yelled at them to cease their
bloody conflict and allow me to enjoy my scenic delight. Shortly, the army of
the fireflies engaged them in my support and crushed them
As I continue to witness the unparalleled struggle
between the two monsters, I see Ojjaba looking lost. She covered her head with
a thin scarf and shivered in the autumn chill like a morning chick whose mother
is numb. I did not disclose my observations immediately, as I wanted to discern
her intentions. She felt face down, began to roll on the rocky valley, opening
her naked legs into the air. I ran and picked her up, and I told her, “My dear,
I love you”. She smiled at me, and I smiled back.
I held her in a wedding style, hiding her from every
man in the village. We fastened our legs and made our way home. In the
neighbourhood, young men and women were dancing, and the music sounded too
romantic to sleep. “Can we go and have a moment of flexing our muscles and then
return inside?" I inquired. With her bee-like voice, she softly nodded,
“Yes.” I told her, “Wait a moment.” I rushed to my mum.
As I approached her house, I hit my leg on a straw and
fell forward into her door, bang! The door shouted. My mum yelled from her bed,
“Who is that?” I replied. “It is me, Mum!” She asked, “Bosco, what do you want at this
hour? Where have you been?” I shamefully said, “Sorry, mum, I have something to
tell you that I cannot keep until morning.” I have met her; she is lost in love, and I thought
of bringing her to you.” I continued. Can you please give me some money? I like
to take her dancing.” I requested my mum. She opened her door and handed me 1000
shs, and I felt heavenly.
With all the excitement, I intended to spend the money on a piece of condom for 200 shillings, 400 shillings for our tickets, and the remainder for refreshments. As I was still pondering how I could manage it, I noticed a dim light fading behind my house. Surprised by this, I quickened my silent strides to discover who it was. Unfortunately, the thin air and disco music obscured it from my view. Upon entering my house, I found my bed broken, clothes scattered, and Ojjaba was nowhere to be found.
I threw the money away and screamed, “Ojjaba! Mum!” hitting and kicking the walls in anger. Ojjaba has gone; someone sneakily spoiled her and stole my dream girl. I could not control my erotic emotions. I jumped high and fell to the ground, hitting the door with a loud bang, and I felt pain in my leg. Unconsciously, I woke up only to find that my sister and my mum were praying for me, thinking I was possessed.
Ayella John Bosco
Writer, Critic, and Teacher
Hold your anger, let's get to the forest of emotional healing where our ancestors treat us with herbs of words. The water of life in the cave of wisdom is a bread that nourishes our solitary enigmas.
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