aah ghoram, the distance Baba, i would love to have attaya with you and learn the trade of beautiful observation. stay bless. many characters here though.

Baba Galleh Jallow <[log in to unmask]> wrote:  Critical Bones II – A short story

By Baba Galleh Jallow

As he rumbled angrily away, Samba Kookah reminded himself of all the things he was going to do to this evil guy who sat on his mind like a cloud of salt and made a fool f him in full public view, before the eyes of the whole wide world. If this evil guy thought that he was going to get away with all his evil deeds, then he was the very fool Kookah knew he was. People will have to take responsibility for their evil deeds, whether they know it or not. People will have to watch their steps and their words and their looks and even their smiles when they are dealing with other people rather than just pretend that they are better than everyone else. Otherwise, they will soon grow old and their bones will wither inside their bodies and they will die unnatural deaths, sneering at the world with their evil fangs, and they will have no one to blame but their evil selves!

Yes, he Samba Kookah was going to deal mercilessly with this impudent bloke! He would turn into a green snake and hide in the green grass and deliver an overloaded bite-full of poison into his evil shanks when he least expected it. He would smile at him when he was around, but he would let him know that beneath the whiteness of the smile lies the red-hot blood of a true Kookah. When they meet, he would hail him hi and tap him on the back and call him bro and say oh yes you are truly great; but behind that gentle tap on the back will be a devastating blow that would send this evil guy to his stinking grave!

If people asked him whether he knew this guy, he would say oh yes I know him well and then like the great craftsman and nimble wordsmith he was, he was going to gently ask that guy whether he really knew this guy? When the expected answer of no I don’t really know him or just a little bit comes floating out, he would then slowly nod and gravely shake his head and say never mind, I should not even tell you this. And when the expected insistence that he need not worry about telling comes falling out, Samba Kookah would make sure to paint such a nasty picture of just how evil this guy was that he would instantly turn his interlocutor into yet another deadly enemy of this stupid guy who thought that he knew it all and filled his heart like a sea of pepper.

He would say that people really did not know this guy and that if they did, they would not touch him with even the longest bamboo stick. He would say that people should not be deceived by this guy’s innocent face or his friendly smile, that below that kindly glitter in his eyes lay the poisonous fangs of an evil snake. People should not, Samba Kookah would gravely warn, mistake this guy’s friendly appearance for genuine humanity because just beneath that smooth and bright skin lay the darkest soul ever to walk the streets of Dusty City. He would say that this guy pretends to be pious and deeply religious when in reality, he was the very devil himself in human form. Did people know that the devil actually enters and possesses the souls of really evil people like this guy? That often times we see someone engaged in evil deeds and not realize that his soul, his mind, his body had entirely been taken over by the horned devil himself? Why do people think that no one considers
 themselves bad or evil even if they are the most evil person alive? He would ask these questions and add whatever spicy details were necessary to ensure that whoever he was talking to would never again tread the same road with this evil guy.

And no, that was no going to be the end of the story. He, Samba Kookah was determined that this was going to be the grandfather and grandmother and uncle and father and mother and cousin and nephew and niece of all battles. Every night he would kill a black cat and lay its dead carcass at the doorstep of this evil guy so that when he comes out in the morning and sees it, ill luck would be his companion all day long. And sometimes he would even creep up to a few meters from his house in the middle of the night and throw a huge rock on his corrugated iron roof to scare the shit out of him. He would listen to whatever this stupid guy says and do his very best to distort it and relay the distorted version to the whole big wide world. If this guy says anything, he would report him as saying the exact opposite. And he would get a big sharp invisible stick and follow him around and constantly poke him in the ribs to make him taste the fruit of his evil deeds! This way he would
 bring out this devil’s true colors and stop him from constantly pretending to be something he was not. 

And he was not going to stop there. He would make sure to dig up all the dirt that this guy had left in his evil trail and lay it out for the whole big wide world to see. He would dig up all the lies and the cheatings and the betrayals of trust and the adulteries and fornications and hypocrisies and double standards and slanders and libels and everything else that reeked of evil that this guy had said and done, and he would bring it out so that everyone would know this evil guy who constantly sat in his mind for what he really was. And all that would just be the beginning, the very tiny tip of the giant iceberg of terror that Samba Kookah was determined to make this impudent bloke see! Was it not the great Greek philosopher Junkus who said you saw what you ripe? Did not the great Arab thinker Ibun Basapus say that what goats surround goats surround? And did not our own Dr. Soberface Fuzzymind himself say that if you see a star in the sky, then the moon is sleeping? If this
 evil guy is ignorant of all these words of wisdom, he Samba Kookah of Mbotagi fame will mercilessly hammer the sharp nails of truth and wisdom into his stupid skull, just let him wait and see!
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