Just the way it used to be…

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So I got into work today (not really this very date) and saw an email from an old school mate who is now an aspiring painter. I had previously told him that I wanted to own at least one of his pieces so he was now asking me to describe what I had in mind. I described what I had in mind quite alright. But that description never left my mind. A few minutes later this is what I came up with.

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I’ve got it! Close your eyes and open your mind… No seriously, Close you eyes and let your imagination paint the scene…

A village setting… at sunset, you know, when the sun is halfway down and casts a golden flare on the horizon… The village is in the process of rounding up for the day… men coming back from the farm with their huge beat-up sand-covered tools, women getting supper ready, the fire beginning to pick up… a few animals lazying about, children here, huts there… you know.

Just the way it used to be…

I’m sure you can see the picture in your head … The minimalism of life in such a basic environment… No traffic jams, horns blaring or flashing lights, no TV noise, cell phones or PDA’s…

Just the way it used to be…

The sun has now set and the moon takes its place, Orion and the dippers have shown their elegant face, and the whispering wind brings the night Queens scent. The unseen symposium of nature’s chorus fills the air as the children gather around the dying fire…

Just the way it used to be…

With red hot coals and children still cracking bones, the sage tells a tale. A tale of the tortoise and the hare, the hunter and the snake, the elephant and the spider, or the palm wine tapper…

Just the way it used to be…

And as the fire burns out and all retire, even though silence is absolute and darkness takes over, the night is filled with dreams of Chaka the Zulu Conqueror, and Prempeh the Ashanti King, of the great King Jaja of Opobo, and Bambaata the South African chief… And of course when the rains will come, and where the herd will graze…

Just the way it used to be…

Now open your eyes and take a look around…

Time has past, time has changed. The children have grown and the sage’s are gone… The sun still sets but behind sky scrapers. The stars do shine, just hidden by city lights. And the great Queen of the night has been dethroned by exhaust fumes and sewer stench…
So as the 21st century sleeps, the night is filled with thoughts of txtn nd IMing and of PC’s and MAC’s, of salaries and wages, and of homework in numerous pages… Not like the way it used to be…

Just… the way it is…

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5 COMMENTS

  1. this article made me remember the good old days of tales by moonlite… Akin and Simbi… Eze goes to school.. Agbo went to see his uncle in sapele… who remembers these stuff… i am old oh…

    • love tales by the moon light!. thats my child-hood right there! brings back so many memories of sunday night 🙂

  2. Love it… This is so beatiful. But I still think we romanticise the past a little, and create memories embellished with our nostalgia… but I guess it makes it easier for us to bear the burdens of the present if we tell ourselves that there was a time when it was all beautiful and made sense

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