🌹My Tale (part 1) By: 🌹sapphire🌹

Mama told me " son!! Forget not where thou hast coming from" with quivering lips and wet eyes, she pomade over my curly hair and with a peck and excruciating hug she set me off... Tears rolled and eye spined... At first I pretended to be strong but alas!!! Am still that tiny toddler who has just blossomed like an inflated balloon, hence I caused a scene with my frenzy cry and by race to hug her once more...

Many years have gone bye and her mental picture still blossom like the morning sun, her voice ,very tender and calm. Have kept in touch with her and never did I loose sight of her words. Now I've made my papers ,paid my dues and seen the height that Napoleon talked about, I must now return to my nest...

The village was set in disarray heralding my coming, the village just can't get a hold of me for the son who has beheld the "oyibo" has come back,dance at it apex, my tale must linger still moonlight for age and youngster dear not miss a word, exhausted I reclined to my wooden bed, fresh thought of a new beginning fills my bones but not so much as to forget the face of ifunaya the daughter of mazi Ebirika , for the first sight of her, my eye connived with my leg to betray me and go after her, though I conceived this thought with a cynic smile.

"My son sleep well for tomorrow we shall go and see the elders" mama said from the door,sleep came easy for my bones were weary ( to be continued)....

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