Springtime Memoirs
Shortly before noon’s dusk, December 7th 2012 A.D, I sat on a wooden bench at the bank of the Niger, glancing at the sunset below the horizon and reminisced on several odysseys of yesteryears.
I reminisced on days when our bodies were left bare to be extolled by the nakedness of nature, a feeling even fresher than the finest of wines.
Days when we explored dunghills, searching for the primordia of our pedigree, when houseflies threw parties on our nostrils and we sucked it’s(mucus) nectar, days when whips from cables exorcised adamantine from our spirits and slaps were supernatural elixirs that cured maladies in our frames.
Written by Daniel Ezeokeke
Also Published on Kalahari Review
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