STORIES

I happen to read a book by Chinua Achebe called Anthills of the Savannah the book’s voice has stayed  with me for what is a very long long time :

a tortoise meet a leopard who wants to kill it…he doesn’t want to die right away even though he knows he is out-matched and he has just met his death-a-walking… he request a few moment to do a very strange thing…he starts scratching the ground breaking shrubs throwing the immediate environment all over the place…the leopard is shocked but his intentions remains the same but he is curious to know the meaning of this spectacle…tortoise says ‘…so that who ever passes by here in whatever time will say  a man and his match fought here.’

in the very end he also says in the persona of an anthill ‘…i am the anthill that stays to tell the new grass and shrub and insects of yester-years brush fires…’

Its is my story and your story that matters at the end when life’s shenanigans have come and passed …i will tell it in my voice and never yours . THESE ARE MY STORIES!

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