Ndidi
NDIDI (PATIENCE IS GOLDEN)
Patience said:
"Whatever my old man says."
So,
I saw the wise, bald, old man
In his thatched mud hut
Loin cloth knotted
Around his shoulders
The whiff of utaba (snuff)
Saturating the atmosphere
He googled me
Between the rims
Of his spectacles
So,
"You Rike Patience, my daughter?"
Head bowed, shoulders hunched;
Stillness. Stillness for excellent cultivation;
After an Ocean of tranquility,
I volunteered:
"Yes old man, I love her."
Oh; you Rove her?
He stroked his silver, stricken beards thoughtfully,
With his right spindly fingers....another brief moment of tranquility.....
Then,
He googled me over again,
This time,
Meticulously taking in:
The Gucci watch, the Lizard skin shoes,
Louis Vuitton belt, the gold chrome sunglasses
And the hot, red Lamborghini Countach,
Parked directly in front of his mud hut.
Head bowed, shoulders hunched,
I let him soak it all in.....
Mental acuity: hoggish, will dig for gold........
Then he spoke:
"I see you are rich."
I nodded.
Another ocean of tranquility.......
Then, he spoke again:
"They say you own half of this town?"
Again, I nodded; then added for emphasis:
"Anything you want old man, anything.......
Again, another moment of silence.......
Then,
He spoke again:
"I see.....I shall give you
My daughter's hand....
But,
Young man, do you Rove ducks?"
Befuddled, I volunteered:
"Yes old man; I love ducks.
In fact, my old man
Had a bunch
Then,
He spoke again:
"Here are my propositions:
(A): Foster my duck for six months
(B): Return duck in six months hale and hearty,
Then,
Take Patience for better or worse...."
Easy-peasy, duck in hand
I softly whistled home
One score week elapsed,
Duck in hand,
Back to old man.
Old man:
Google's me over,
"What brings you back
So soon young man?"
Me:
"Your duck old man....
She is spattering my garden.....
Just name your price......
Old man:
Google's me over;
Stroking his silver stricken beards;
Takes a drag from his tobacco pipe;
Let's out a bout of chimney
From his lungs
While starring into space
Making it seem like I didn't exist....
Another brief moment of tranquility,
Which seemed to last eternity.....
Then, he said in a calm, patient voice:
"Look"; pointing to a door behind me
I gleaned:
Boldly crested on the door
In red letters were the words:
"Please, Do Not Disturb. Patience,
Is asleep."
Old man:
Clears his throat,
Patiently takes out his antiquated
Box of snuff
Inhales a large bale of snuff
As if it epitomizes the Opium
For patience in life.
Copyright © Harry Biosah | Year Posted 2019
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