a search in the forest

a search in the forest

Sunday, March 3, 2013 / No Comments

I shouldn't be here i know, but what must be done must be done. I staggered through the thick undergrowth. My strength was gradually leaving me as i fought out of the, clasping brambles and grabbing prickle of briars' twigs, the gloom-shine mix, lighting my amply obstructed way. I was losing hope, my body aches so much and my skin sores, I noticed a cleared patch ahead, it stood below an hollow opening between the mahogany trees. I hastened towards this patch, my lips curling into a smile, a smile at its seeming comfort.
I only had to shrug aside some dangling ivy twigs to open up into the patch. It was seeming haven and as I bent to check the moss coloured rock that shone mildly in the patch soft golden radiance, I noticed it was dirty so I cleaned it up with my palm and sat on it. The beauty of the place took my fancy, especially that a great deal of sunlight streaks into it. I eased backward to rest on the tree behind the stone. It was even a more comforting sensation as some cool wind blew southerly towards me. The wind was too cool to be true; I relaxed, enjoying a short rest. I wondered if I haven't ventured into this forest on futility. I've been here since morning and its noon already, am yet to get a glimpse of my sought. After some time I stood up, aiming to track the source of the wind. I walked doggedly creating a crispy sensation as my wearied legs fiddled with the dry leaves that littered the patch floor. I felt less alone as I left the patch advancing towards the wind source. I had this feeling because of strange sounds I heard, the sounds was trickling, with a background soft splashes and mix of animals' sounds. I advanced half curious half scared. The mahogany forest this time around was shorter than the one i started with and had negligible undergrowth. The sounds got louder and lost it distant blur. Soon I found myself before a wonderful spring, and there in front of me lies my reason for being at the forest.
'A live green tree frog.'
I eased my sweeping net from my bag and in one accurate swerve I caught the frog. I tied up the net just below its rim. I advanced towards the spring. It was clear and clean, silvery fishes shoots out of the river periodically, portraying some rare acrobatics. Now I know they are the cause of the splash. A little runlet away from the spring in a northerly direction created the trickling sound.
I dipped my hands inside the river and cupped out some water from the spring. I repeated this three times and enjoyed an awesome thirst quenching.
My journey home was easier having found the frog. Now my precious shall die no more. As i walked home, I began to wander if baba ifa proclaimations shall prevail. I so much need my sweet heart alive, not dead. Only time will tell.

You were wrong

You were wrong

Saturday, January 26, 2013 / No Comments

You are a perfect 21st century human, your beliefs exclusively based on what can be proved scientifically; you hate the word supernatural or mysterious. It is an ordinary night; you are returning from a movie, you held tight the steering of your car, anxious to get home because the peach beside you is incomparable. This is not only because she is beautiful but more because you've got feelings for her. You gassed on high, swerving through corners, her shiny black hair brush you occasionally during the drive. You are now few meters away from home, everything is working fine when she suddenly screamed 'watch out look out!'
You pressed the brake just in time to save both your lives. You eased off the seat belt, you could hardly rise, you were dizzy, you heard faint panting beside you, then a scream:
'Oh my god!'
'Calm down baby! we are not far from home’ you replied her. You reached out for her hands and helped her up. You walked over to the cause of the near accident. It was a tree, its spanned the whole length of the road and you can't cross over with a car. You began to regret your having to reside out there in the woods. She approached walking much more comfortably now. 'baby what next?' she asked.
'We'll have to walk the rest of the journey.' you replied. You returned to the car remove your key and secured the car before moving out. You advanced steadily not sure what roams the woods that late in the night. You began to hear strange voices and noises, you were not bothered. You held on to your pistol 'it is only some wolves and likes,’ you said to yourself. It then started to rain. You noticed no shelter around so you moved on. The rain turned heavy, you were wet head to toe and you noticed she is not keeping up, you looked back and saw her; she was half human half fish, a mermaid. You fainted and when it stopped raining you find yourself at home with her by your bedside fully human again. You were more dazed than frightened. 'May be it was all a dream after all.' you said to yourself. However, you know you were only deceiving yourself as this reality is totally against your beliefs. 'May be I've always been wrong' you finally said to yourself.