Chapter 2: Captain Burns.
It was a rollercoaster of activities at the shipping port working under Captain Burns and making sure that the cargos from the Captain's ships were well documented. I was not so educated but I was wise and a quick learner. In a short space of time, I could already converse in a number of languages.
You see, I had my farm, a huge cassava farm that spanned a hecter of land that was left me by my grand father but farming required patience. I needed sufficient money to finally make the woman of my dreams mine alone and patience was not going to serve me well in that endevour as it wouldn't make available the many bags of manillas Mbana's family were asking for her dowry. Oh yes! She permeated my thoughts in no small way and in ways that I never experienced before, she served as a catalyst for how hardworking I was under the Captain. I made sure to work dexterously with my new found energy, courtesy of the unfathomable feelings I had for the woman I loved.
In a few weeks, I was able to save a significant amount of money and I knew I was making progress. I did return to the bushes behind my compound every week to dig up my box of treasures and to add what I got as payment for the week's wages to the already piling bags of manillas (what we used as a legal tender at the time) already in the huge wooden box and a wide smile would split my face.
How I love her! I was so impatient that sometimes, I dreamt of us together in my hut, with children that were our total replicas, when I slept, and I would wake up with a bitter sweet feeling and that wide smile, and yes, missing her presence almost unbearably.
I was ready to sleep when the heavy knock sounded rashly on my Iroko door. The knock came again - brash, loud, and impatient!
"Who is that that wants to bring down my expensive door?!" I shouted, suddenly irritated, my eyes darting urgently to where my matchet leaned on the mud wall of my thatched hut.
Violence roamed the village and was never far. Working under Captain Burns, I learnt to be always ready for any insurgence.
"It is I, Njoku. Open the door immediately!" The voice of my friend came from the other end.
T.B.C.
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You see, I had my farm, a huge cassava farm that spanned a hecter of land that was left me by my grand father but farming required patience. I needed sufficient money to finally make the woman of my dreams mine alone and patience was not going to serve me well in that endevour as it wouldn't make available the many bags of manillas Mbana's family were asking for her dowry. Oh yes! She permeated my thoughts in no small way and in ways that I never experienced before, she served as a catalyst for how hardworking I was under the Captain. I made sure to work dexterously with my new found energy, courtesy of the unfathomable feelings I had for the woman I loved.
In a few weeks, I was able to save a significant amount of money and I knew I was making progress. I did return to the bushes behind my compound every week to dig up my box of treasures and to add what I got as payment for the week's wages to the already piling bags of manillas (what we used as a legal tender at the time) already in the huge wooden box and a wide smile would split my face.
How I love her! I was so impatient that sometimes, I dreamt of us together in my hut, with children that were our total replicas, when I slept, and I would wake up with a bitter sweet feeling and that wide smile, and yes, missing her presence almost unbearably.
I was ready to sleep when the heavy knock sounded rashly on my Iroko door. The knock came again - brash, loud, and impatient!
"Who is that that wants to bring down my expensive door?!" I shouted, suddenly irritated, my eyes darting urgently to where my matchet leaned on the mud wall of my thatched hut.
Violence roamed the village and was never far. Working under Captain Burns, I learnt to be always ready for any insurgence.
"It is I, Njoku. Open the door immediately!" The voice of my friend came from the other end.
T.B.C.
#NircleCircle. #AfricanStories
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Chapter 5: Fighting tradition.
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