The Musings of an African Writer
“Today’s the day I change.” The grand wizened one quipped with a nauseating grin. The gathering was confused. Was the grand well? Certainly, she had to be ill for never had the malevolent one dared make a jest, least of all on this their hallowed day. Her revolting smirk widened, exposing blackened gums and rusty …
Once upon a time, a hunter left his home to go and hunt bush rats in the night, for that is when they left their dens. As he was leaving, he instructed his youngest daughter Cheruiyot, who had a habit of sneaking away without telling anyone where she had gone, not to leave the house, …
One evening as the weaver birds sang to send the sun to sleep, Mueni’s susu (grandmother) called her and her sisters to the kitchen. “The firewood is almost done and the men are about to return the cows. Quick, go and fetch some firewood from the big rock before night falls. But remember; do not …
His kitchen was a hush as all fell asleep, Stomachs stuffed with cured mead, bread, and meat. The feast flung songs up high to the heavens, Now a faint dripping sound was all that could be found. Drip, drop, drip, not all were asleep, Drip, drop, drip, not a sink did he keep, Yet drip, …
After a hundred years, he would be the first one to open it. The Tomb of Kings, Reliquary of Solomon son of David, King of Israel and the greatest mind to ever walk the earth. It was also the famed resting place of the greatest treasure on earth; The Solomon Scroll. He knew it was …