DR FIXIT (NEW VERSION)

 031 'But the celebrant couldn't avoid this: the dough in his wallet thinned and he thought of how more of it he could make so he slipped out to gamble, throwing the dice and on every tackle  and dribble of footballers, he picked and betted on the team that would kick in the winning ball. Waking from a hangover and stepping across on the floor a one-night lover, the shiny wagoner opened the door of his inherited mansion and saw 032 'his father's steward hand him a note which with bleary eyes he read and who wrote  the terse message was a lawyer   from the chamber his dear father chose to manage his entire estate: 'The farm is bankrupt .' Though somewhat late, the dude 's senses returned. He rushed and jumped into the wagon and right at his rump, the army ants tagged along. The stallions arrived the farm littered with empty gallons 033 'and drums. There was no farmhand in sight. Poverty puts old friends into flight . The shiny wagoner took off his shiny ...

021 meaning ‘ proverb or parable ’ a n d ‘ ahbasee ’ means ‘ god ’ so storytelling – from what I see – was a profound thing throughout the clans  and the storyteller to pass on to the ants a moral tasked their brains and common folks tended to believe these tales were invoked by aligning with the gods. ‘There lived a man,’ Grandma went on, lowered the wick of the lamp and sat on the bed beside me, my side touching her leg for safety against the tide 022 which was unpredictable. If rough and dark, I knew I had my grandma watching my back. ‘How was he?’ This was the traditional response showing the listeners’ interest and bonds with the wakefulness of the storyteller. ‘He had stepped into the shoes of his father who'd just passed on. He received a big farm. He was charming and lived on Timebound Island . Where he lived, the breeze ruffled the palm fronds and lovely birds visited the garden at the front   023 ‘where a boulevard ...

011 Who strayed to the forest on Ahdet, the rest day, had themselves to blame as they were flown away by the gods who prowled every forest track, the brook and river on that day. They were back after sacrifices by the medicine man, ahbeah hebuck, were offered to appease the land and its custodians. The folks of the generation of my grandma revered nature and its regulation they observed. In school, I was taught a week had seven days in it, six for work and the meek   012 gathered together and worshipped a deity with a big heart who’d overlook their impiety. Unlike grandma’s gods who’d abduct anyone immediately they’d strayed from the norm, this deity was full of grace and suffused his followers with it – they took it or refused. School would teach one thing, home another provide: my young mind bestrode the divide. At home, I heard of huwa hetierba, reincarnation. In school, it was, judgment, paradise and perdition. 013 ‘Huwa’ means ‘life’ and ‘hetierba’ means ‘seven’. I heard of ‘a...

001 I’m working on a tale excitingly long. Trust me, you’d savour it and click your tongue. I was born between Generation X and Z when humans landed on the moon and could see their earthly mansions from there; the jet and computer age where mail from one gadget to another is delivered in quick seconds and bent to get to Mars are many nations. I’m racing too to get to that angle but my tale starts from the heart of the jungle.   002 I’m an army ant of great repute bent to enrich the world with my input from my native knowledge and acquired wisdom: with these, all reading me should blossom. I arrived in this world at the start of the rains when land cleared is sowed with grains and the brownish earth sprouts green leaves and busy atop these are insects like bees. I grew to play with the insects – the grasshopper, wasp and butterfly: I was stunned the caterpillar   003 turned to it and this made me curious; my curiosity led me to topics quite serious. I would look at myself and e...