got to be going outta ma obdulla oblangata.........
or the shoutitng man is... damb ......... shouting em like that.. like people them here dont have no ears.
Frederiko has left........and sure sitting in the fron seat....
"ingia...ingia...kibich...namba nane"
The musik from them roof is making my heart blast back and forth... if i sure make it to Aunt Nera, I should survive the tremor long enough..to tell her I myt just reduce my visit time to them two suns.

bump bump...... bump bump....
no space in this place, when u go about to put your feet on the next ground someoe's already there, am in the know not, Frederiko might go way ahead and me gone loose him
Another thing my eyes see are spits...... kills my insides flat!
Frederiko insist i dont complain coz at Aunt Nera am gone see them mo... reason why that is so he knows but clears my mind that this is downtown. Mhhh down with the town so them people have to put there own spits down too, beats my logics
"Only pay 20 bob" Frederiko hands over the bag.... point to a mall medium bus.....
where do i get em off.......
"He knows" points to a shouting man........

The thing about the paths...to the busstop are the spits, Frederiko says its only this part of town, but my head dont get it, he says we are in downtown, and tells me in my aunt Nera place, things will get worse, spits gets more, so beta shut my big bird mouth and stop the pecking
Everyone pushes here, not like back in the village, seems like three days are gonna be long three days.........
The thought..... kills my insides, back at home we would be fetching water from the lake, and instaed of following Frederiko now I would be the one leading the whole pack, dangling the pot on my head, twisting my waist. and my hips hot in pursuit, tha is bak at the lakeside.....at the busstop its all qeue....long but we can also push to get thru first, Frederiko says I should jump in as soon as he hangs on the door....mmmmh all that energy he could hav used it on his Pa's boat!

But I slow down, I remembered, I dint tell you about Achy, she is my young sister follos me on the third round from same mum same dad, that is been selfish of me, where i do come, my dad can sleep hungry, because there is only one hut! Belongs to my own motha.
Have remembered her.. Achy, because of Frederiko......she is always in this blocked tall shoes, tell you real blocks, them shoes, she says till u learn how to work them blocks then you move the ladder up to them one fork shoes, but me am first daughter and motha's belief are tight in me..... I go flat, I go dress, I go head scarf....... and this big town no one rarely looks like me! Damb!

mmmmh....... u r thin, heading to those anorixic, ( i must have read that...... states the white butterflies amongst us are fighting to be.... i culd have told Frederiko that but, the laws in my motherland will despite my head for thinking am woman enough to tell him big man that.
He did look..... like he only needed the red millet maize cake, and some nice big fresh tilapia from the lake back in the village, he culd pass the bitter herbs tho' they will have to be served too, but this was the land of them tall buildings, tall women, tall men, tall moneys, and tall egos.
Aunt Nera, Frederiko, she should pick me up...at the bustop,i need only to know..the way there, am only to stay 3 days.... because I only broght her the healing herbs from Dana...
Am following Frederiko, him and my clothes in the leather bag that was my granny favourite..... tall women...... even them that look short, are still tall......i know becoz i stare at their arms,shoulders, and the tallness doewnt fit....... they are hanging on tall shoes too, and am running after Frederiko, wonder why he cant just walk slowly like bak in village!

Nya Suba.....
Good fool Frederiko, used to pelt me and the village girls, on our way from the water fetching at the lake. Of course not with stones, with words, he was such a follower of Nyawawa! The living dead, they could pass when the land was full ripe, the maize cobs were large and the chickens had given out chicks a moon fold. Then they would choose the dusk or the dawn to present themselves on the village path, but we all knew so we beat up things hard, hard, from one homestead to the next so that the Nyawawa could pass on and go back to the blessed lake,
They were entitled to give us a visit once in a while, only when the land was rich with food, and Frederiko, standing there still making my side cheeks blush like them days, calling me with my fathers land name.....Suba

Good old freinds, Osiepna machon, rafiki wa zamani........ Frederiko he is, a good village friend too. On least side, my family knows his large family, atleast his father everyone in the village knows, cant go hungry, with them six wives, Frederiko is blessed he come from the first one, Kit Mikayi but he left his big pot boats denied fishing, for his living, everyone says in the village that he hated the way we all bathed in the lake, that he had his nose up wanting houses for bathing....... that villagers dont, wastage of materials, we bath under the sky the way grand and great grands did it,
Sure will be glad to see him more, the sharp Frederiko.

Frederiko, and the rest my brain recall, Japolo's son.... Otiapa I was to get direction from Otiapa or Fredericko, whichever I get first on the bus stop. Otiapa left the village church, a deserter, yet the pot from which he is a chip of, was the moon, and stars bound head Bishop of the clan worship grounds. Otiapa had a lot to reply the gods, for leaving the moon bound career to join busstop business in the city, ancestors and villagers cant forget, and I thot before X passed over, Frederiko was the one I love to see first.

when i get in town, the city , the first thing I do is look for my village mates. X was not my village mate, the village in me left when X came, but i thought about X not now, only when I got to the city, because I was brand and the villagers had not come round to bus stop, X met me.

Blake
Am not sure maybe bleak..... that might be it

Am a bitconfused right now,,, whether am supposed to say bleak... or blake or..... oh damb... this Englis came with the ship...... that is what my fellow villagers, no my ancestors they say so..... so if it come with the big boat, and I bot it with money, I shuld speak it good, but sometimes only sometimes when i think in my mother tongue, then the words go
They leave my head, and I go blenk!

X is not me, its who I miss!