Aiasha the singing bird and her friends

2008-10-01T04:49:00.000-07:00

♪AIASHA THE SINGING BIRD AND HER FRIENDS♫

From where you stand, you would think Aiasha stoops on a scudding ice berg as she sings. Her melodious voice pierces the vault of heavens like the quivering of a violin. She looms, obviously emerging to a clearly sight, and you now just find out she’s leaning on Boubo.

Lean on me
when you’re not strong,
I’ll be your friend
I’ll help you carry on
for it won't be long,
till am gonna need
Somebody to lean on

You see Big Boubo, revels Aiasha, “It so solemnly strikes my sweet soul on the, ‘lean on-carry on-, be long-, to lean on’ each time I sing this sweet song.

“That’s alliteration and pun and alliteration all through Aiasha” said Boubo.

Thanks for the compliments. I guess the artist must have been a sentimental poet.

The song still hums in resonance. “I always feel celestially uplifted at it and I fly without wings each moment I know it applies to us because we’re friends.”

I doubt it Aiasha. You’ve always flown on your wings. {Chuckles} Well, I must thank you for being always there for me.

You’re a great friend Boubo. I wonder what life could’ve been without you baby.

Boubo

Ok. Boubo baby boy!

Nice beautiful birdie baby. Could you try a little assonance next time?

A lill’assonace next time?

Ya, next time, any time, time time. And now is the time. My father used to say, that the beginning of tomorrow is today, and my fatty momma says, {moving in sway to imitate her}, “one step at a time, do what you can do today and never say I can’t do it, unless you’ve tried to do it and tried well enough.

“Alright sweetie” thinking thoughtfully, “let me try, but e-m—can I recite Ostar’s Graceful Night. You see, the sun is setting in splendour still…..

Na-na-naaaa buddy! Ostar has done it for himself there and erected himself a statue here. When we do whatever we can do well enough, we erect our statues and we live memorably ever after. You can do it ok. Just believe you can and no matter how little. What’s important is how well.

Oh Boubo you drive me crazy with your inspirational words. Give me a big hug, big heart, a lo-ve-lieee biggie-huggie sweetie.

Aiasha skids to Boubo’s bosom and hugs him the much her fingers could go.

I just feel like staying here forever, there’s a comeliest warmth here my dear!

A big shot Aiasha, you make me jumpy by this bill and coo. However I like the last part, “….like staying here forever, there’s a comeliest warmth here my dear! A-L-L-I-T-RA-T-I-O-N!

Oh my God, really?

Yeah buddy!

Never knew, well, I would love to do it consciously purposeful.

Oops, consciously purposeful? Where did you get that?

Right from my heart, it just rings and that’s how I feel getting something rightly done, you know. Ok. Hold your breath ‘am coming out consciously purposeful.

Ok. Alright ‘am holding it on.

Sleep deep sweet heart
Of bliss and peace tonight
The spoils for our toils is rest
Till the morn dawns in blest

Oh my God, oh my God it just rolled. Can’t believe it. Am done Boubo! Heaved Aiasha satisfactorily.

Do you know what!

What?

You’re ingenious and I bet you, you’ve just recorded a poetic monument a-n-d what’s the title?

E-m, let me seee…Nightie Nightie. Na! It’s Good Night. I prefer Good Night to Nightie Nightie. It’s Good Night Boubo, it’s Good Night. It’s Good Night ok.

By now the nightly darkness has descended upon earth. Every creature has gone in except for the nocturnal ones that have just woken up either to walk or work. The darkness now talks:

Hey Aiasha, what was that you said is the title of Nightie Nightie? Blurred the sleepy elephant.

Don’t tell me you were somnambulating while i was reciting, Boubo. It’s Good Night Boubo!

Thanks Sweetie. Good night too Aiasha. I love you.

With a gentle slump, Boubo slumps in slumber.

Hey Boubo stop, stop, stop it. I didn’t mean good night, i meant Good Night. Don’t just sleep, but stay up a little while. Let’s eeem, {looking to the moonlit golden sky} do the game of the sky, like counting the stars, chasing the moon, orrrrr…..ok. Boubo wants to sleep. Shssssssssss! Let somebody not wake him up. Ok Boubo sleep. Sleep Boubo ok. I’ll sing you a lullaby to dream sweet dreams. I love you too Boubo, though I wish you were awake with me, but good night with Good Night.

♪GOOD NIGHT♫

Sleep deep sweet heart
Of bliss and peace tonight
The spoils of our toils is rest
Till the morn dawns in blest

At length the melodious serene sound gives way subtly as sleep scoops Aiasha away too to a wonderful world of dreams. Soon the morning breaks with beauteous buds of flowers unfolding. Leaves glistening at the touch of the tender morning sun smiling on their dew-drops. Sweet fragrances intermingle with gentle breeze as it combs the trees and their boughs. The morning rendition of the birds’ choirs echoing the beauty of life as…..

Oh my God and the good morning my good God… as Aiasha wakes up.

Is it morning?

Yeah, wake up and see All Things Bright and Beautiful!

All things are bright and beautiful, whispers Boubo. “Aiasha, Aiasha….

Ya baby

Look at me in the eyes

Ok. There my eyes gooooo

I don’t want to regret never ever have told you. All things are bright and beautiful to me because you are my friend. You have been so lovely and most caring. I love you Aiasha.

Aiasha clasps her fingers over her chest and weeps joyfully. Her eyes closed as she asks.

Why do you love me Boubo?

I do because you are Aiasha.

Oh my God! Whispers Aiasha. You’re the best thing Boubo that has ever happened in my life. You are my angel Boubo. I thank God we’re friends and Boubo all things are bright and beautiful today and always because you’re always there for me. I love you Boubo.

You’re most highly welcome sweetie. Is morning time and let’s get back to work. Grandpa says you wake up with the morn, work with the sun, and then rest with the moon.

Oh my God it rolls. I bet you it does. Just like that: with the morn, with the sun, with the moon. It really rolls Boubo.

Thanks. That was my grandee. So, let’s do what we should do.

Shelter?

Shelter!

And what’s the concept Aiasha?

Diligence to the end!

Come o on!

They shake hands and legs in a most stylish way and bombom too. Aiasha falls headlong, chuckles and stands to clap of her hands. Then, they set out to work. Boubo pulls some logs of wood and begins to fix a hut. Aiasha gathers reeds and leaves to make a nest. Diligence! And dutifully they work and work. Aiasha working skilfully and painstakingly as her nest takes a highly net-worked L shape. Boubo hums indistinctly. Aiasha pleased with her work slides in and out and in and out again. Boubo’s hut is ready too. Aiasha lands.

What a monumental edifice you’ve got here Boubo!

Ah?

Oh my God, it’s amazing!

Well, I appreciate, but I bet you Aiasha. Your hut…. Wait a minute. I mean your nest is a fantastic artifice. Can’t help staring at it.

Thanks Boubo.

Thanks too Aiasha.

Aiasha jumps on Boubo’s face and hugs him. Meanwhile at the background, it seems to be that, ‘There’s Fire on the Mountain’ for everyone is on the run! Every wings and legs are either reinforcing or building a shelter against the heavy pregnant gloomy cloud, but the Tortoise and his kinsmen.

“Hai shelly Buddies, just hold firm your shells and ignore the crying clouds. We can’t cringe ok. If it floods eventually and you sail, say ha-ll-ooooo to our Tortleton families wherever; but whatever, let hope not die in you before you die. Till then, go about your abnormal business, though every control is under alarm, but whatever ever happens, that’s the destiny”.

So and so happens as Okirah dashes in hurriedly in a dazzling iridescent plumage.

Hey hey hey Juliet! Enough of that kissie kissie and come over here and help me fix something!

Aiasha and Boubo are embarrassed at Okirah’s rudeness and lack of courtesy. She stands aloft in pride on a tree branch waiting for Aiasha to come over.

Em, good day Okirah, and how do you do? Boubo said courteously.

Ah! Did anything speak right now? Okirah said contemptibly, displaying her most colourful feathers.

Oh my God! ‘Am sorry Boubo. Never mind, I’ll settle it ok.

Settle my foot, you love-stricken insignificant creatures! Will you or not help me fix a nest Aiasha?

Boubo rises furiously and makes for the tree on which Okirah perches. Aiasha sticks her sticky legs on the ground and wedges Boubo back. Her legs making a parallel furrow forward.

Hey Boubo stop it Boubo. Boubo stop. Okirah isn’t worth the sweat! Aiasha pleads. Please ‘am sorry, ‘am sorry, and ‘am so sorry.

At this, Aiasha breaks up, hangs it up and sits on Boubo’s foot to weep. Boubo now stops to console her

‘Am sorry too Aiasha. I didn’t mean to hurt you sweetie

Sweeeee….. what? Snaps Okirah.

Is ok sweet heart. Ok just do it as you want it; concedes Boubo.

Oh dear buddy Boubo! Thanks, but that’s Shakespeare. No, William’s, “As You Like It”. Alright. Thanks as I would want it. Ok Okirah, i’m coming over at once without my tears again.

With or without whatever, I don’t care. Okirah chirrups, preening herself.

So sweet a sass. Whispers Boubo disapprovingly.

Ok Okirah, let me see your reeds and leaves, Aiasha demands with tears.

Reeds and weeds? Sorry I came with none and how dare you think I would carry such dung along!

Am sorry….

Sorry my foot, and use your stuff. Okirah cracks

Oh my God….

Aiasha is at the verge of throwing in the sponge. Her heart throbs. Aiasha’s heart is breaking. In a jiffy a text flashes on her from one of the literatures she read, “…. to ignore and despise an injury or calumny is a far more effectual remedy than resentment, fighting and revenge.” So she sets out consciously purposeful, dutifully bold, and decisively revealing the cuts, the joints and the strokes of a perfect nest.

Next is the winding and the basketing. And at the same time you bear the L-concept consciously purposeful in your mind as you knit….

So what’s the crazy concept? Queries Okirah uninterestedly

…. So that when tightly tied and hung inversely, neither wind nor storm can sunder your slumber or saunter.

Wait, wait-wait-wait, save your breath. Just hold it there, ‘am done with it. Have learnt it, have learnt it, and have learnt it more than you do. So just hand it over to me, ‘am gone. Splutters Okirah irritably and most indignantly.

All the while, Boubo stoops downwards moping upwards at the drama of the tree.

What a little beautiful beast! Thinks Boubo silently

A little more, Okirah please. I love you Okirah, a little more of the tutorial on the basketing please. I wouldn’t want you to be shut off and out in the wind or rain, i lo….

Love my foot Aiasha. You think ‘i’m that cheap eh? Stay clear out of me and…. Well, well, well thanks for nothing anyway. Of course i could just make this in a straight blow so don’t swell your head you’ve done something laudable ok. Okirah brags.

Braggadocio! Whispers Boubo.

Okirah I don’t mean…. I mean you’ve just got a weapon here. Is suicidal to think you’ve got a nest. That’s half-baked Okirah. A little more patience please, let’s at least make a short L of it.

Count me out of it. And if you’re thinking of keeping me in this stinking place any longer, forget it!

With this Okirah veers off and disappears in the thick air of the dark cloudy rumbling sky.

Oh my God, oh my God, Boubo Okirah’s gone, she’s gone, O dear she’s done too” mourns Aiasha.

“He who is hasty is in danger of stumbling and hurting his foot” mumbles Boubo as he still looks pityingly at Okirah’s shadow in the air.

That’s Solomon’s proverb, but dear my heart is so broken. Why me, why me Boubo. She’s so beautiful, and if only she were also amiable, she would pass for a benign goddess”. Dreams Aiasha.

What’s ‘amiable’ Aiasha?

It’s being cheerful and friendly, and good-natured and good-humoured just like you Boubo. Just being nice, you know.

You’re just saying it Aiasha. I feel greatly flattered!

No buddy, you’ve been more a friend than words could say, a congenial companion.

And turning to where you stand as if speaking to you she says,

You see oh dear buddy, Boubo would say no to Aiasha if Aiasha tends to be stupid, and Boubo gives Aiasha a big sweetie huggie hug if Aiasha does a thing well!

Besides Aiasha makes me more to believe in myself, that I can do and not that I can’t, that ‘i am strong and not weak, that ‘i am brainy and not a dunce, that i am beautiful and not ugly. Above all she says that three elements constitute the word, ‘Friendship’. The middle ‘end’ like virtue is the most important and deserves definition from the out set. When the end is good, we can through the last ‘Ship’ sail safely with mast of sincere faithfulness over the storms of the first ‘Frailty’ to a congenial companionship. You see, i still ponder on these wonders as i waddle and wander where and how my dear Aiasha came by these…..

Boubo is still talking to you when Aiasha screams to him.

Boubo, watch your baaa-ck!

My back? He turns fear-stricken.

Na. your trunk Boubo. Back off to your shelter. The storm is come! Aiasha quivered.

They scurry to the safety of their shelters as the rains let loose in torrents and pellets of ice-drop. Thunders are drumming within the wombs of the clouds, often coughing out fiery sparks like cannon balls. The lightning brandishes strokes of flashes hither and yon. The winds are awoken from slumber and in irritation they sweep everything they can lay hands on in a furious gust!

Is a tempest Aiasha. Hold the fort and be strong! Trumpets Boubo.

Ok Boubo. Be strong too and don’t jump out of your skin. Errr- and know that Shakespeare wrote The Tempest. I guess it is the second to the last of his plays.

Yoh Aiasha. I ponder and wonder if some one is somewhere writing on this one now.

Perhaps a wanderer might do it. Aiasha suggests

Or a hunter says Boubo.

They laugh as the rainy darkness thickens. Is now far into the night. You can hear Boubo snoring away peacefully, but Aiasha is not sleeping. Aiasha is crying and praying.

Oh my good God please keep Okirah safe wherever the storm buffets her. May she neither be strangled nor drowned. Oh my dear God i love Okirah. She’s so beautiful and queenly, just a little rude, but i believe she will grow out of it. Can’t hate her please save Okirah oh darling God. I know you’ve got to save her because you’ve got to save her because you’ve got the whole world in your hands. Promise me you will, just a little more promise….

Turning to Boubo

Hey Boubo are you there? Are you there, are you….? Em, do you remember where it says, “Be still and know that I am God?” do you Boubo? Dooo, or are you stilled already? Oh Boubo is stilled already because he lies down and sleep comes at once. Aiasha too shall be stilled for God of the birds will save Okirah. Hey, everyone I’ve got it. Is Psalm 46. A whole of it, a whole of lot of it and verse ten says it all! Wait; did I say God of the birds? Yeah, i did and it makes a lot of sense, though he’s also God of Boubo and you, you know what i mean. Eehm, let me put it into a kind of song in dedication to my dear Okirah.

♪GOD OF THE BIRDS♫

I see the trees in sways
In dance of the stormy winds
As noon shuts her smiles
At the claps of the thunders
While the lightning flashes and snaps
The dark crying crawling clouds
The birds holding close their feathers
As their wobbling fluttering nests
Toggled against the tempests
But you little fledging birds
Burn up all the bridges
For God of the beautiful birds
Would the winds ‘neath your wings
When it is o’er with the storms

♥with love, Aiasha

A ghostly dawn succeeds the ghastly night. Wearied of her mournful vigil, Aiasha sleeps of deep still. Floods surging in surfeit and wrecking whatever its razing tongues could lash. Some homeless creatures either hold some standing trees tenaciously or float on logs of woods upon waters. However, floating resignedly upon waters too are Kwubenki, the elder spokesman of the Tortoiton family and few others. Close to him is Mbekwu, ramshackled like an out-done boxer with bumps all over his heads.

Eehm, who there you are, or are you not Mbekwu? Queries Kwubenki drolly.

Wwwwe-ll, i was Mbekwu, but now call me either without ‘m’ or ‘kwu’ preferably without the latter, because the metamorphosis is strictly sinister. He bemoans.

Hey, boy what has come over you? Is that a fit of temper or what? What’s up shelly buddy?

My head! Pointing at the protruded bumps saying, “That’s what’s up boss.”

That’s silly as a wheel boy. Let’s first try to get out of this mess first.

Not at all; not as silly as that boss. Remember that, ‘whatever ever happens, that’s the destiny’, so lets stay till whatever completely happens on us Kwubenki.

Fears grapple the rest at this pessimism and they gawk.

No no no! It has of course dawned on me that Kwubenki makes no meaning again. Though that was my native name, but do spare your breath next time and call me only ‘Kwu.’ Ok. The other suffix is been knocked off too. Gone to the seas!

A haa-awhoo-awhaaa…. Laugh-coughs Mbekwu, holding his etching shell together.

Wait a minute buddy. That’s not all. This is not destiny buddy. It was misleading of me, and gullible of you and us. Just the boomerang buddy and you can put the blame on me buddies.

Yoh boss! Yo yo, i like the last part of your funeral speech. That’s Akon you know, that’s him niggar. That’s the vibes, ‘you can put the blame on me.’ as we die.

I do boy, i do know but let not hope die in you before you die. Don’t you remember or is your brain been knocked off too.

Reverberating instrumentally behind the scene is You Can Put the Blame on Me. Then, unfolding gradually, is the panorama of the wreckage. Ok. Hold your breath because I know what or who your mind is searching for. OKIRAH!

Of course here i am squatting in squalor, be-dra-g-g-l-e-d beyond recognition. Look at me and see if there’s still any Okirah in me. No. nothing! So you may address me therefore as i am now. Irah, Irah! Very much close to ‘irascible’ because that’s what i am. Annoying! An annoying ugly thing, that’s me or don’t i annoy you? Well, I know i do. So remove the first two letters from my name for nothing is ok again with me. Besides, I can’t shout HELP! Somebody h-e-l-p!! Because ‘am annoying.

Like the whispers of a hungry cave, Okirah’s voice echoes in Aiasha’s wearied dream land, ‘HELP! Somebody h-e-l-p!!’ and she starts and pants and scurries off her nest.

‘HELP! Somebody h-e-l-p!!’ certainly no body is somebody but meeeee. So wait Okirah, Aiasha is woken up from thousand slumbers by your voice. Hang on Okirah and don’t hang up ok! Hey, let some other somebody tell Boubo ‘am not shutting him out. Out-out-out in the cold, but will be back. Back-back-back to Bouboooo. Wait a minute that sounds a kind of song. Let’s seeeee- doo reee miiii faaaa-aaalacious! And that means out of place because someone is somewhere right away not singing, and someone has got to put some songs in her, and that’s me. ‘Am the someone and a little help makes the difference. That’s the way of the Lil’Smile buddy. Sparing some seconds starting someone smiling!

At the background, rescue mission is on. All Animalitarian Societies are ‘all hands on deck. Constructions, renovations, rehabilitations are all on at the same time. The sun peeps through the wetted clouds, shivering over the ruins. And like a stage light, it casts prominent rays on Okirah! Aiasha runs by.

Hey! Hi buddy there’s something Okirah about you. Are you or are you not Okirah, Okirah?

It might have been. ‘Am a loser!

Na! Far from it buddy. Losers don’t breathe. Besides, the sun is coming out to burn away the cold and to dry our tears.

Whose cold and tears? Nothing about it is ours, but all mine. Never mind, ‘am breathing my last and don’t care about the sun either.

Is all ours buddy. When one of us is in pain, all of us are in pains. And i do care about you. I love you and i mean it when I say i do.

Tears stream down Okirah’s cheeks.

I was always either too busy for you or too proud because i have beautiful feathers and can fly higher….

Oh my God, Okirah stop, stop, stop, s-t-o-p Okirah!

….but never knew you have a most simple, sincere and scintillating soul! And above all, you have love.

You kill me Okirah. Lean on me first, let me take you home.

Like a soft rising sun, the music Lean on Me reverberates as Aiasha makes to give Okirah a helping hand. Okirah for the first time turns to you with eyes dilating.

Would you rather i did?

Hey buddy. Piggie backie, piggy Okirah lets whoosh.

Okirah still stands bemused when Aiasha scoops her up and off they zoom beneath the tree upon which Aiasha pitches her nest. Boubo watches the oncoming marathon astonishedly.

Hei-hei-hei, hey buddy what’s after you? What has come over you? Or is this an Aiasha-Run-Round sort of game?

Don’t be silly Boubo. It’s Okirah. It’s Okirah that’s over me and not any of your grotesque questions. I’ve got to fix her first, first!

Boubo is at once hurt and his glowing spirit droops. He rises to go.

Oh my God, Boubo! Boubo please don’t walk away. Don’t go please. Good bye isn’t really good when tears fall like rain. Boubo please do stay, for i can’t be Aiasha again if you’re gone.

And when the rain falls and causes floods, someone’s got to be be-dra-ggled! Okirah allergically drooled.

Boubo still walks slowly away.

Boubo tomorrow dies when you walk away and today’s but a gloomy day. I hurt you, and ‘am so sorry. Wouldn’t mean to shout on you, i was only on edge and i….

I was the stinker! Okirah cuts in again droopingly.

Oh my God, Okirah stop please. Boubo I didn’t mean to hurt you. Please stay and tell me you’ve forgiven me, ‘am sorry please….

And he who is hasty is in danger of tumbling his tusks and hoaxing his trumpets. Okirah drools.

Aiasha extends her hands in a miserable gesture, tears trickling and waiting on Boubo to turn back. Suspensefully, Boubo steers around.

Sweetie ‘am so sorry if i have saddened your heart. Friends are forever and i wouldn’t ever turn my back on you again.

I wondered who could’ve been able to pull you out if you fell into the flood as Aiasha did on me. Okirah taunts.

Ignoring Okirah’s post traumatic silly utterances

I believe you Boubo, and if no other one does in the whole wide world, i Aiasha do. I will always stand by you chivalrously as a friend as we walk side by side.

Oh Aiasha, you drive me crazy with your words. Give me a big hug, big heart, a lo-ve-lieee biggie huggie, sweetie.

Ha! I got it. Those are my words. Buddy Boubo and a….

Oh yeah, and a kiss! Okirah pre-empts.

The sun now smiles gracefully, glistening over fields and plains in a bridal brilliance. Birds singing in an orchestrated formation while beautiful butterflies dangle and hover over beauteous flowers. Younger buds peep at their fairy wings, giggling and pushing to blow. The cloud is dry now and crispy in a splendid azure template. And down, down, down, trees, the big no less than the small sway in dance as Aiasha and Boubo titivate and preen Okirah to shine again in sheen! Boubo showers water on Okirah while Aiasha basks too as she washes her. Okirah skips around, gulps water involuntarily and makes off. Boubo fires a small ball of water and shoots her down.

Be-dra-g-g-l-e-d!! Aiasha teases.

Be-dra….Okirah gulps another bout of water and rotates her eyes like a frightened ugly owl

Oh my God. Somebody’s scary! Aiasha pricks.

God my oh! Not more than Boubo’s jumbo park of dung. Okirah cackles pointing at its heap.

Boubo fires more water balls at Okirah. She picks up and dodges craftily till she lands into the dunghill!

Oh my God Boubo! Aiasha faints.

Be-drrrrrrrrrrrrrra-ggled, brrrrrrrrra-gga-do-cio! Okirah simmers in the paste as she splatters the shit all over.

Boubo takes off but stumbles over Aiasha’s foot. Aiasha wakes.

Oh my God, have i missed a thing?

‘Too close a bowling.’ Boubo pants

Okirah emerges in all ridicule. She ‘bla bla bla’ and shouts triumphantly

Wheee! Winners don’t quit and quitters don’t win. Quitters are losers and losers don’t breathe. I breathe. Therefore ‘am not a loser.

Interesting! Mumbles Boubo

Could make up a soulful song, i bet you Boubo

Song? Okirah asks with surprise

Song! Yeah come on buddies, hands in hands, shoulders to shoulders. Though we don’t have our dancing shoes ready, but our dancing steps are providentially with us. So….

So first things first Aiasha. Boubo harks back.

O dear, I almost got it so wrong there. Yeah, first things first. So O….

Kirah is first! Don’t you see it? ‘Am the first, ‘am the winner, ‘am scary or not. I scared off someone’s breath and it was a knock out. I bawled the biggest ball ever with Boubo. That was on the hit too and I errrr of course made a dunk of myself in a basket of dung. It was all me and now, ‘am first again. First on em….? What ‘am i not saying, on em…..em?

On the need that cleanliness is next to godliness. Aiasha garnishes.

Oh godliness? Sheepishes Okirah.

Oh yeah and we will help. The waters are on the way Aiasha, so keep your hands on the plough.

On the plough? No, on the plume. Come then o waters on me and make me washed like the clouds where you come!

Seriously poetic, but not from the skies now. Watch out Okirah. Here it comes! Boubo’s spewing fires of waters.

Fires of waw….

And the water catches up with Okirah’s loquacity. Aiasha washes and cleanses her till she comes anew. Latter, Boubo gathers some sticks and makes a little fire and they set Okirah close to it.

Washing and setting? Okirah broods

Yap yap! Chirrups Aiasha

But why do you Boubo bother about me too?

Because the friends of our friends are our friends

And when one of us is sick, the rest of us are sick. Aiasha twitters

What of when there are fires in the eyes? Okirah muses

Whose eyes?

In your eyes. In both of your beady eyes. I can see fires in your eyes. Besides I can see me too by the fires. Then what of me?

Ooooh, there we go! We sit right there in your eyes by our little fire.

Aiasha turns round and round as would a beautiful maiden in a pretty gown before a mirror, and says

Hello me and Boubo in Okirah’s eyes why do you turn around too and says hello, ‘me and Boubo in Okirah’s eyes?

Really?

Really! Boubo assures

Why is it so? Why do i see me in your eyes and you see yourselves in my eyes?

It’s because of Ifunanya. Aiasha says

What’s Iphiyana?

O dear not Ifya or whatever. It’s Ifunanya. It’s a native of Africa, Igbo precisely and literally means ‘to be seen’. It however means love properly.

You see to love someone, one sees another first, beholds that charming qualities in him or her, cherishes them in the heart whereof love comes. Boubo concludes.

And this is why we see ourselves in the eyes of every fellow that we may love all in charity in view of every virtue; and if someone doesn’t mind let’s run around our fire and celebrate our friendship with a song.

So what’s the title of the song, Aiasha?

Fires of Ifunanya! Okirah chirps

Hurray it’s dancing time, so let’s rock and roll it!!!

♫ FIRES OF IFUNANYA ♥♪

Like tongues of fires
Hands-in- hands as friends
We whirl round and round and round
In gust like the wind

Shake and shake your tail
And shake off the frail
We might though march our toes
With our dancing shoes

But it does not hurt
When there’s love in the heart
Oh my God and O my dear
Thanks always for being there

In making me live
By showing some love
Here we see us in our eyes
Whirling round Ifunanaya’s Fires

Ifunanya makes our burden light
Ifunanya makes all bright
Ifunanya bears no wrongs
And makes us fly without wings

I might be worthless to some other one
But in my true friends I’ve won
A comely pride of place
In a graceful love and grace

Health and wealth don’t measure
Nor class and beauty sure
All you’ve got is nothing
If your heart is not loving

Oh sweet Ifunanya
Thanks for your Ifunanya
And let the fires burn
And keep on the run

Ifunanya makes flower blossom
At a touch on every bosom
Ifunanya makes life full
Ifunanya makes life beautiful

Thanks for being here
Because you care
Have you felt the heat?
Let’s rock, roll and rock it

Instrumental

Move-roll-roll Boubo
Move-roll-move jumbo
Rock-roll-rock Aiasha
Rock-roll-rock Okirah
O-o-o roll it
Awh, control it
Shake your body
Tubby buddy
Let the fires burn
And keep on the run
If you feel the heat
Roll to the beat
Till sweet sleep
Lures to the deep

Really, they are rocking and rolling it! But the gust and the vigour diminish as earth draws close it curtains of darkness gradually. By now too, the dancing steps come at variance with the dance tune. Boubo is a dancer to watch. He rocks in and out the track, drowsily and dangerously he steers.

Watch it Boubo. Aiasha cautions.

Ya. I watch it!

You watch what, but what do you do and where do go? Alarms Okirah

Nothing. No where. ‘Am only rolling it here as the band rolls.

But we say you control it!

Ya, I control and roll and rock at the same time.

….drowsily and dangerously he steers towards an edge and would crash land at some further steps. Aiasha overtakes him to peep beyond.

Oh my God! She shouts

What’s down Aiasha? Okirah inquires

Rolling off a cliff upon monstrous rocks!!!

Em, well’em, I guess is all rocking.

Stop kidding Okirah! Pull Boubo back by the tail. ‘Am pushing ahead….I mean pushing back by the head. Pushing back, backing push, backing off and backing on.

Ok. All hands on Boubo babe! ‘Am watching my back, but back me up Aiasha.

Alright Okirah, let’s moooove!

‘Am moving- ‘am rolling it. Boubo snores. Virtually enjoying the swing, Aiasha and Okirah pant heavily. Boubo still sways indefinitely to the band. Boubo is heavy and Boubo might not move so long as the band rolls.

Are we or not rocking it? Boubo revels.

That’s the symptom. I bet you everybody. It’s acute somnambulism. I guess it is infectious because I don’t know who’s the somebody pushing me too. Okirah blabbers from bewitchery of sleep.

Stop Okirah and don’t look back when you lay your hands on the Boubo.

Or on the plough? Well, Boubo’s much more a plough now than ever. Whispers Okirah.

Hey. Stop it. You don’t whisper a point when you’ve got one. You assert it ok. And is high time the music stopped. The day is far spent and the night is come to our rest.

Turning to you, still pushing Boubo and panting, she nods in an anticipated affirmation as she asks, ‘Isn’t it true eh? Isn’t it not true buddy? It is t-r-u-e! That’s what ‘am saying pal. Thanks for your perseverance, your affable presence, patience and most congenial companionship thus far. You’re faithful. Thanks too for being there for us. You’re fan-ta-taa-tastic! And turning to the band….meanwhile here is no match to your imagination, not even in its wildest ratiocination! Could you have known that it has been a live band and that the Tortoitons and Tortletons are well represented; if the stage lights are not driven on the background? Mbeku conducts. Kwubenki kicks and dances seriously in the limelight till he lately notices your eyes are fixed on him.

Ah zum zum zum, peew-pawrrr. I got no dance again. He recoils shyly as he drums on his belly pum pum.

Hey! That’s ocules serventes buddy! Yeah, it means serving the eyes, but you shouldn’t….

Yap! You don’t whisper a point when you’ve got one. So, do the dancing the best you can. Okirah cuts Aiasha short.

Of course, do-do-do-dooo whatever you do well, but at the right time most importantly.

And what are we saying Aiasha?

That the spoils of our toil is rest. So let’s give the world a moment of peace and a respite to our body and soul.

Good night everybody till the morn dawns in blest.

So the light begins to dwindle, casting out the gloomy faces of the wearied band crew. Some drunk with sleep drop at spots. Some ridiculously recline on their instruments. A monkey drops her tambourine; sleep-walks to a standing microphone and sleeps off. Dramatically the light fades off with the crashing of the monkey as the pole tinkers away on the stage. The night is dark, but its darkness is graceful. So peace flows like a cave. And like the clinking of fallen icicles from the cave top, Boubo’s voice ruptures the serenity.

Errr, where’s the band?
Rolled off!
And the rest?
Gone to sleep
And you?
Standing by you
Aiasha?
Yeah buddy Boubo
Okirah?
Oh my God sweetie sweetie!

Okirah’s mimicry tickles them and they all crackle

Even in darkness i can see light
At night there’s hope of morrow
Of life, of love and of might
In a vessel of friendship to row
Even in the ripples of storm
Love holds us on to the oars
Soaring to sure shore of morn
Of honour and feats and glories

Thanks for being there
With ♥ Aiasha, Boubo & Okirah

Ostar* Amakeze 2008©

Edited by
Emeka Amakeze B.A [Hons] Linguistics

♪AIASHA L'OISEAU de CHANT ET SON FRIENDS♫
Automatically translated into French thanks to WorldLingo

♪AIASHA L'OISEAU de CHANT ET SON FRIENDS♫

d'où vous vous tenez, vous penseriez qu'Aiasha se penche sur un berg scudding de glace pendant qu'elle chante. Sa voix mélodieuse perce la chambre forte des cieux comme trembler d'un violon. Elle apparaît indistinctement, évidemment émergeant clairement à une vue, et vous maintenant juste la trouvez dehors se penche sur Boubo.

Penchez-vous sur moi
quand vous n'êtes pas fort,
je sera votre ami que
je vous aiderai à continuer
pour lui sois long,
jusqu'à ce que les AM allant avoir besoin
de quelqu'un pour s'appuyer sur

toi voient grand Boubo, des revels Aiasha, « il frappe tellement solennellement mon âme douce sur, maigre de `sur-portent dessus, soient longs, se pencher sur' chaque fois que je chante cette chanson douce.

« Qui est l'allitération et le calembour et l'allitération tout par Aiasha » ont indiqué Boubo.

Merci pour les compliments. Je devine que l'artiste doit avoir été un poèt sentimental.

La chanson ronfle toujours dans la résonance. « Je me sens toujours celestially élevé à lui et à moi volez sans ailes chaque moment où je sais qu'il s'applique à nous parce que nous sommes des amis. »

Je doute de lui Aiasha. Vous avez toujours volé sur vos ailes. {Broutages} bien, je dois vous remercier d'être toujours là de moi.

Vous êtes un grand ami Boubo. Je me demande quelle vie pourrait avoir été sans toi bébé.

Ok

de Boubo. Garçon de bébé de Boubo !

Beau bébé de birdie de Nice. Pourriez-vous essayer une petite assonance la fois prochaine ?

Assonace d'un lill' la fois prochaine ?

Ya, la fois prochaine, quand, temps de temps. Et est maintenant le temps. Mon père utilisé pour dire, cela le début du demain est aujourd'hui, et mon momma gras indique, {se déplaçant le balancement pour l'imiter}, « une étape à la fois, font ce que vous pouvez faire aujourd'hui et ne jamais me dire ne peut pas le faire, à moins que vous ayez essayé de le faire et ayez essayé assez bien.

« Bien le bonbon » pensant pensivement, « m'a laissé essayer, mais e-m-peut j'exposer la nuit gracieuse d'Ostar. Vous voyez, le soleil place toujours dans le splendour .....

copain Na-Na-naaaa ! Ostar l'a fait pour se là et s'est érigé une statue ici. Quand nous faisons quoi que nous puissions faire assez bien, nous érigeons nos statues et nous vivons mémorablement toujours ensuite. Vous pouvez le faire correct. Croyez juste que vous pouvez et n'importe comment peu. Ce qui est important est à quel point.

Oh Boubo vous me conduisez fou avec vos mots inspirés. Donnez-moi une grande étreinte, grand coeur, un bas-ve-lieee bonbon de biggie-huggie.

Aiasha ensabote à la poitrine de Boubo et l'étreint que le beaucoup ses doigts pourrait disparaître.

Je me sens juste comme rester ici pour toujours, il y a une chaleur comeliest ici mon cher !

Un grand projectile Aiasha, vous me rendez jumpy par cette facture et roucoulez. Cependant j'aime la dernière partie, « ….comme rester ici pour toujours, il y a une chaleur comeliest ici mon cher ! A-L-L-I-T-RA-T-I-O-N !

Oh mon Dieu, vraiment ?

Ouais copain !

Ne m'a jamais connu, bien, aimerait le faire consciemment utile.

Oops, consciemment utile ? D'où avez-vous obtenu cela ?

Droit de mon coeur, lui les anneaux justes et celui est comment je me sens obtenant quelque chose correctement faite, vous savent. Ok. Jugez votre `AM de souffle sortant consciemment utile.

Ok. Bien `AM le tenant dessus.

Le coeur doux profond de sommeil
du bonheur et de la paix ce soir
se corrompt pour nos travaux durs est repos
jusqu'aux aubes de matin en OH

blest mon Dieu, OH mon Dieu qu'il a juste roulé. Ne peut pas le croire. Boubo fait par AM ! Aiasha soulevé d'une manière satisfaisante.

Vous savez ce qui !

Ce qui ?

Vous êtes ingénieux et est-ce que je vous parie, vous ai juste enregistré un monument poétique et quel est le titre ?

La fin de support, m'a laissé chemise de nuit de chemise de nuit de seee…. Na ! C'est bonne nuit. Je préfère la bonne nuit à la chemise de nuit de chemise de nuit. C'est bonne nuit Boubo, il est bonne nuit. C'est ok de bonne nuit.

À ce jour de nuit l'obscurité est descendue sur la terre. Chaque créature a entré excepté la nocturne qui se sont juste réveillées pour marcher ou travail. D'obscurité les entretiens maintenant :

Hé Aiasha, ce qui était que vous avez dit est le titre de la chemise de nuit de chemise de nuit ? A brouillé l'éléphant somnolent.

Ne me dites pas que vous somnambulating tandis que j'exposais, Boubo. C'est bonne nuit Boubo !

Bonbon merci. Bonne nuit trop Aiasha. Je t'aime.

Avec une récession douce, Boubo s'effondre dans l'assoupissement.

Hé l'arrêt de Boubo, arrêt, l'arrêtent. Je n'ai pas voulu dire la bonne nuit, j'ai signifié la bonne nuit. Ne dormez pas simplement, mais restez vers le haut de tandis que. Let l'eeem, {regardant au ciel d'or travaillé au noir} font le jeu du ciel, comme le compte tient le premier rôle, chassant la lune, orrrrr ..... correct. Boubo veut dormir. Shssssssssss ! Laissé quelqu'un ne pas le réveiller. Sommeil correct de Boubo. Ok de Boubo de sommeil. Je te chanterai une berceuse aux rêves doux rêveurs. Je t'aime trop Boubo, bien que je souhaite vous étiez éveillé avec moi, mais la bonne nuit avec la bonne nuit.

le coeur doux

profond de sommeil du ♪GOOD NIGHT♫
du bonheur et de la paix ce soir
se corrompt de nos travaux durs est repos
jusqu'à ce que les aubes de matin dans blest

longuement le bruit serein mélodieux mène subtilement comme godets Aiasha de sommeil loin trop à un monde merveilleux des rêves. Bientôt le matin se casse avec de beaux bourgeons des fleurs dévoilant. Les feuilles scintillant au contact du matin d'offre exposent au soleil le sourire sur leurs rosée-baisses. Les parfums doux mélangent avec la brise douce en tant qu'elle peigne les arbres et leurs branches. L'interprétation de matin des oiseaux' chante en choeur faire écho la beauté de la vie comme .....

Oh mon Dieu et bonjour mon bon Dieu… comme Aiasha se réveille.

Est-ce matin ?

Ouais, réveillez et voyez les toutes les choses lumineuses et belles !

Toutes les choses sont lumineuses et belles, des chuchotements Boubo. « Aiasha, Aiasha….

Regard de bébé

de Ya à moi dans les yeux

bien. Là mon gooooo de yeux que

je ne veux pas regretter jamais jamais vous ai dit. Toutes les choses sont lumineuses et belles à moi parce que vous êtes mon ami. Vous avez été si beau et le plus s'inquiétant. Je t'aime Aiasha.

Aiasha étreint ses doigts au-dessus de son coffre et pleure joyeux. Elle yeux fermés comme elle demande.

Pourquoi m'aimez-vous Boubo ?

Je parce que vous êtes Aiasha.

Oh mon Dieu ! Chuchotements Aiasha. Vous êtes la meilleure chose Boubo qui s'est jamais produite dans ma vie. Vous êtes mon ange Boubo. Je remercie Dieu que nous sommes des amis et Boubo toutes les choses sont aujourd'hui lumineux et bel et toujours parce que vous êtes toujours là pour moi. Je t'aime Boubo.

Vous êtes le bonbon le plus fortement bienvenu. Est le temps de matin et obtenons de nouveau au travail. Le grand-papa dit que vous vous réveillez avec le matin, travaillez avec le soleil, et puis vous reposez avec la lune.

Oh mon Dieu qu'il roule. J'ai parié que vous il. Juste comme cela : avec le matin, avec le soleil, avec la lune. Il roule vraiment Boubo.

Merci. C'était mon grandee. Ainsi, faisons ce que nous devrions faire.

Abri ?

Abri !

Et quel est le concept Aiasha ?

Diligence à l'extrémité !

Venez o dessus !

Ils se serrent la main et des jambes d'une manière et d'un bombom les plus élégants aussi. Aiasha tombe la tête la première, rit sous cape et tient à la tape de elle des mains. Puis, ils se sont mis à travailler. Boubo tire quelques notations de bois et commence à fixer une hutte. Aiasha recueille des roseaux et des feuilles pour faire un nid. Diligence ! Et dévoué ils fonctionnent et fonctionnent. Aiasha fonctionnant habilement et soigneusement en tant que son nid prend un L fortement géré en réseau forme. Boubo ronfle indistinct. Aiasha a satisfait avec ses glissières de travail dedans et dehors et dedans et dehors encore. La hutte de Boubo est prête aussi. Terres d'Aiasha.

Quel édifice monumental vous avez ici Boubo !

Ampèreheure ?

Oh mon Dieu, il est étonnant !

Bien, j'apprécie, mais je vous parie Aiasha. Votre hutte…. Attendez une minute. Je veux dire que votre nid est un artifice fantastique. Ne peut s'empêcher de regarder fixement lui.

Merci Boubo.

Merci trop Aiasha.

Aiasha saute sur le visage de Boubo et l'étreint. En attendant au fond, il semble être celui, `là est le feu sur la montagne' pour chacun est sur la course ! Chaque les ailes et les jambes sont renforçantes ou construisantes un abri contre le nuage sombre enceinte lourd, mais la tortue et ses parents.

« Les copains coquilliers de Hai, société juste de prise vos coquilles et ignorent les nuages pleurants. Nous ne pouvons pas nous tapir bien. S'il inonde par la suite et vous naviguez, dites ha-ll-ooooo à nos familles de Tortleton là où ; mais celui qui, laissent la matrice d'espoir pas dans toi avant que vous mouriez. Jusqu'à puis, abordez vos affaires anormales, bien que chaque commande soit sous l'alarme, mais celui qui se produit jamais, qui est le destin ».

Se produit ainsi et ainsi comme tirets d'Okirah dedans à la hâte dans un plumage iridescent de briller.

Hé hé hé Juliet ! Assez de ce kissie de kissie et venus ici et m'aident à fixer quelque chose !

Aiasha et Boubo sont embarrassés au rudeness et au manque d'Okirah de courtoisie. Elle se tient en haut dans la fierté sur une branche Aiasha de attente d'arbre pour venir.

Fin de support, bonne journée Okirah, et comment allez-vous ? Boubo dit poliment.

Ampèreheure ! Est-ce que quelque chose a parlé en ce moment ? Okirah a indiqué contemptibly, montrant ses plumes plus colorées.

Oh mon Dieu ! `AM Boubo désolé. Ça ne fait rien, je l'arrangera correct.

Arrangez mon pied, vous les créatures insignifiantes amour-frappées ! Vous ou ne pas m'aider fixent un nid Aiasha ?

Boubo se lève furieusement et des marques pour l'arbre sur lequel Okirah est perché. Aiasha colle ses jambes collantes sur la terre et coince le dos de Boubo. Ses jambes rendant un sillon parallèle vers l'avant.

Hé arrêt de Boubo il Boubo. Arrêt de Boubo. Okirah n'est pas en valeur la sueur ! Aiasha parle en faveur. Svp `AM désolé, `AM désolé, et `AM si désolé.

À ceci, Aiasha se casse vers le haut, l'accroche vers le haut et se repose sur le pied de Boubo pour pleurer. Boubo cesse maintenant de consoler son

`AM trop Aiasha désolé. Je n'ai pas voulu dire pour vous blesser bonbon

Sweeeee ..... ce qui ? Ruptures Okirah.

Est le coeur doux correct. L'ok le font juste comme vous le voulez ; concède Boubo.

Cher copain Boubo d'Oh ! Merci, mais c'est Shakespeare. Le non, William, « en tant que toi l'aiment ». Bien. Merci car je le voudrais. Okirah correct, je viens immédiatement sans mes larmes encore.

Avec ou sans celui qui, je ne s'inquiètent pas. Pépiements d'Okirah, se lissant.

Ainsi bonbon sass. Chuchotements Boubo avec désapprobation.

Okirah correct, m'a laissé voient vos roseaux et feuilles, Aiasha exige avec des larmes.

Roseaux et herbes ? Désolé je suis venu avec aucun et comment le défi vous pensent je porterais un tel fumier le long !

AM désolés….

Désolé mon pied, et emploient votre substance. Okirah fend

l'OH mon Dieu….

Aiasha est au bord du lancement dans l'éponge. Ses battements de coeur. Le coeur d'Aiasha se casse. Dans un coup d'oeil un texte clignote sur elle d'un des literatures qu'elle a lus, « …. ignorer et dédaigner des dommages ou une calomnie est un remède bien plus efficace que le ressentiment, le combat et la vengeance. » Ainsi elle a visé consciemment audacieux utile et dévoué, et indiquer décisivement les coupes, les joints et les courses d'un nid parfait.

Est après l'enroulement et basketing. Et en même temps vous ours le L-concept consciemment utile dans votre esprit comme vous tricotez….

Ainsi quel est le concept fou ? Questions Okirah avec indifférence

…. De sorte qu'une fois étroitement attaché et accroché inversement, ni ne vous enroulez ni donnez l'assaut à puisse disjoindre votre assoupissement ou saunter.

L'attente, attendre-attendre-attendent, économiser votre souffle. Prise juste il là, `AM fait avec lui. L'ont appris, l'ont appris, et ont appris qu'il davantage que toi font. Main tellement juste il plus d'à moi, `AM allé. Splutters Okirah irritable et le plus avec indignation.

Tout moment, Boubo se penche broyer du noir en bas vers le haut au drame de l'arbre.

Quelle petite belle bête ! Pense Boubo silencieusement

A peu davantage, Okirah svp. Je t'aime Okirah, peu un plus du cours d'instruction sur basketing svp. Je ne voudrais pas que vous soyez coupé et dehors sous le vent ou la pluie, I bas….

Aimez mon pied Aiasha. Vous pensez le `que je suis celui bon marché hein ? Séjour clair hors de moi et…. Bien, bien, bien mercis de rien de toute façon. Naturellement je pourrais juste faire ceci dans un coup droit ainsi ne gonfle pas votre tête que vous avez fait quelque chose de ok louable. Okirah se vante.

Fanfaronnade ! Chuchotements Boubo.

Okirah I ne signifient pas…. Je veux dire que vous avez juste une arme ici. Est suicidaire pour penser que vous avez un nid. C'est Okirah moitié-cuit au four. Peu plus de patience svp, faisons au moins un L court de elle.

Comptez-moi hors de lui. Et si vous pensez à me maintenir dans cet endroit puant plus longtemps, oubliez-le !

Avec cet Okirah vire outre de et disparaît dans le ciel épais du ciel nuageux foncé de gronder.

Oh mon Dieu, OH mon Dieu, Boubo Okirah allé, elle est allée, O cher elle a fait trop » pleure Aiasha.

« Il qui est précipité est en danger du trébuchement et des marmonnements Boubo de blesser son pied » pendant qu'il regarde toujours pityingly l'ombre d'Okirah dans le ciel.

C'est le proverbe de Solomon, mais cher mon coeur est ainsi brisé. Pourquoi je, pourquoi je Boubo. Elle est si belle, et si seulement elle étaient également aimable, elle passerait pour une déesse bénigne ». Rêves Aiasha.

Quel est `' Aiasha aimable ?

Il est gai et amical, et de bonne composition et de bonne humeur juste comme toi Boubo. Être juste gentil, vous savez.

Vous êtes énonciation juste il Aiasha. Je me sens considérablement flatté !

Aucun copain, vous avez été plus un ami que les mots pourraient indiquer, un compagnon du même caractère.

Et se tournant vers où vous vous tenez comme si te parlant elle dit,

vous voyez le cher copain de l'OH, Boubo n'indiquerait non à Aiasha si Aiasha tend à être stupide, et Boubo donne à Aiasha une grande étreinte de huggie de bonbon si Aiasha fait une chose bien !

Sans compter qu'Aiasha m'incite davantage pour croire en me, cela que je peux faire et pas cela je ne peux pas, ce `je suis fort et non faible, ce `je suis intelligent et pas un cancre, qui je suis beau et non laid. Surtout elle dit que trois éléments constituent le mot, amitié de `'. L'extrémité moyenne de `' comme la vertu est la plus importante et mérite la définition de l'ensemble de sortie. Quand l'extrémité est bonne, nous bidon par le dernier bateau' voile de `sans risque avec le mât de l'excédent sincère de fidélité donne l'assaut à de la première faiblesse de `' à une compagnie du même caractère. Vous voyez, je considère toujours sur ces merveilles pendant que le waddle d'I et errent où et comment mon cher Aiasha est venu par ces derniers .....

Boubo te parle toujours quand Aiasha crie à lui.

Boubo, observent votre baaa-ck !

Mon dos ? Il tourne crainte-frappé.

Na. votre tronc Boubo. Dégagez à votre abri. Le donner l'assaut à est venu ! Aiasha tremblé.

Ils scurry à la sûreté de leurs abris comme pluies ont laissé lâchement dans les torrents et les granules de la glace-baisse. Tonne battent du tambour dans les utérus des nuages, toussant souvent dehors les étincelles ardentes comme des boules de canon. La foudre brandit des courses des flashes ici et du yon. Les vents sont réveillés de l'assoupissement et dans l'irritation ils balayent tout qu'ils peuvent étendre des mains dessus dans une rafale furieuse !

Est une tempête Aiasha. Assurez la permanence et soyez fort ! Trompettes Boubo.

Boubo correct. Soyez fort trop et ne sautez pas de votre peau. Errr- et savent que Shakespeare a écrit la tempête. Je devine que c'est la seconde au bout de ses jeux.

Yoh Aiasha. Je considère et me demande si quelqu'un écrit quelque part sur celui-ci maintenant.

Peut-être une force de vagabond le font. Aiasha suggère

ou un chasseur dit Boubo.

Ils rient pendant que l'obscurité pluvieuse s'épaissit. Est maintenant lointain dans la nuit. You can hear Boubo snoring away peacefully, but Aiasha is not sleeping. Aiasha is crying and praying.

Oh my good God please keep Okirah safe wherever the storm buffets her. May she neither be strangled nor drowned. Oh my dear God i love Okirah. She’s so beautiful and queenly, just a little rude, but i believe she will grow out of it. Can’t hate her please save Okirah oh darling God. I know you’ve got to save her because you’ve got to save her because you’ve got the whole world in your hands. Promise me you will, just a little more promise….

Turning to Boubo

Hey Boubo are you there? Are you there, are you….? Em, do you remember where it says, “Be still and know that I am God?” do you Boubo? Dooo, or are you stilled already? Oh Boubo is stilled already because he lies down and sleep comes at once. Aiasha too shall be stilled for God of the birds will save Okirah. Hey, everyone I’ve got it. Is Psalm 46. A whole of it, a whole of lot of it and verse ten says it all! Wait; did I say God of the birds? Yeah, i did and it makes a lot of sense, though he’s also God of Boubo and you, you know what i mean. Eehm, let me put it into a kind of song in dedication to my dear Okirah.

♪GOD OF THE BIRDS♫

I see the trees in sways
In dance of the stormy winds
As noon shuts her smiles
At the claps of the thunders
While the lightning flashes and snaps
The dark crying crawling clouds
The birds holding close their feathers
As their wobbling fluttering nests
Toggled against the tempests
But you little fledging birds
Burn up all the bridges
For God of the beautiful birds
Would the winds ‘neath your wings
When it is o’er with the storms

♥with love, Aiasha

A ghostly dawn succeeds the ghastly night. Wearied of her mournful vigil, Aiasha sleeps of deep still. Floods surging in surfeit and wrecking whatever its razing tongues could lash. Some homeless creatures either hold some standing trees tenaciously or float on logs of woods upon waters. However, floating resignedly upon waters too are Kwubenki, the elder spokesman of the Tortoiton family and few others. Close to him is Mbekwu, ramshackled like an out-done boxer with bumps all over his heads.

Eehm, who there you are, or are you not Mbekwu? Queries Kwubenki drolly.

Wwwwe-ll, i was Mbekwu, but now call me either without ‘m’ or ‘kwu’ preferably without the latter, because the metamorphosis is strictly sinister. He bemoans.

Hey, boy what has come over you? Is that a fit of temper or what? What’s up shelly buddy?

My head! Pointing at the protruded bumps saying, “That’s what’s up boss.”

That’s silly as a wheel boy. Let’s first try to get out of this mess first.

Not at all; not as silly as that boss. Remember that, ‘whatever ever happens, that’s the destiny’, so lets stay till whatever completely happens on us Kwubenki.

Fears grapple the rest at this pessimism and they gawk.

No no no! It has of course dawned on me that Kwubenki makes no meaning again. Though that was my native name, but do spare your breath next time and call me only ‘Kwu.’ Ok. The other suffix is been knocked off too. Gone to the seas!

A haa-awhoo-awhaaa…. Laugh-coughs Mbekwu, holding his etching shell together.

Wait a minute buddy. That’s not all. This is not destiny buddy. It was misleading of me, and gullible of you and us. Just the boomerang buddy and you can put the blame on me buddies.

Yoh boss! Yo yo, i like the last part of your funeral speech. That’s Akon you know, that’s him niggar. That’s the vibes, ‘you can put the blame on me.’ as we die.

I do boy, i do know but let not hope die in you before you die. Don’t you remember or is your brain been knocked off too.

Reverberating instrumentally behind the scene is You Can Put the Blame on Me. Then, unfolding gradually, is the panorama of the wreckage. Ok. Hold your breath because I know what or who your mind is searching for. OKIRAH!

Of course here i am squatting in squalor, be-dra-g-g-l-e-d beyond recognition. Look at me and see if there’s still any Okirah in me. No. nothing! So you may address me therefore as i am now. Irah, Irah! Very much close to ‘irascible’ because that’s what i am. Annoying! An annoying ugly thing, that’s me or don’t i annoy you? Well, I know i do. So remove the first two letters from my name for nothing is ok again with me. Besides, I can’t shout HELP! Somebody h-e-l-p!! Because ‘am annoying.

Like the whispers of a hungry cave, Okirah’s voice echoes in Aiasha’s wearied dream land, ‘HELP! Somebody h-e-l-p!!’ and she starts and pants and scurries off her nest.

‘HELP! Somebody h-e-l-p!!’ certainly no body is somebody but meeeee. So wait Okirah, Aiasha is woken up from thousand slumbers by your voice. Hang on Okirah and don’t hang up ok! Hey, let some other somebody tell Boubo ‘am not shutting him out. Out-out-out in the cold, but will be back. Back-back-back to Bouboooo. Wait a minute that sounds a kind of song. Let’s seeeee- doo reee miiii faaaa-aaalacious! And that means out of place because someone is somewhere right away not singing, and someone has got to put some songs in her, and that’s me. ‘Am the someone and a little help makes the difference. That’s the way of the Lil’Smile buddy. Sparing some seconds starting someone smiling!

At the background, rescue mission is on. All Animalitarian Societies are ‘all hands on deck. Constructions, renovations, rehabilitations are all on at the same time. The sun peeps through the wetted clouds, shivering over the ruins. And like a stage light, it casts prominent rays on Okirah! Aiasha runs by.

Hey! Hi buddy there’s something Okirah about you. Are you or are you not Okirah, Okirah?

It might have been. ‘Am a loser!

Na! Far from it buddy. Losers don’t breathe. Besides, the sun is coming out to burn away the cold and to dry our tears.

Whose cold and tears? Nothing about it is ours, but all mine. Never mind, ‘am breathing my last and don’t care about the sun either.

Is all ours buddy. When one of us is in pain, all of us are in pains. And i do care about you. I love you and i mean it when I say i do.

Tears stream down Okirah’s cheeks.

I was always either too busy for you or too proud because i have beautiful feathers and can fly higher….

Oh my God, Okirah stop, stop, stop, s-t-o-p Okirah!

….but never knew you have a most simple, sincere and scintillating soul! And above all, you have love.

You kill me Okirah. Lean on me first, let me take you home.

Like a soft rising sun, the music Lean on Me reverberates as Aiasha makes to give Okirah a helping hand. Okirah for the first time turns to you with eyes dilating.

Would you rather i did?

Hey buddy. Piggie backie, piggy Okirah lets whoosh.

Okirah still stands bemused when Aiasha scoops her up and off they zoom beneath the tree upon which Aiasha pitches her nest. Boubo watches the oncoming marathon astonishedly.

Hei-hei-hei, hey buddy what’s after you? What has come over you? Or is this an Aiasha-Run-Round sort of game?

Don’t be silly Boubo. It’s Okirah. It’s Okirah that’s over me and not any of your grotesque questions. I’ve got to fix her first, first!

Boubo is at once hurt and his glowing spirit droops. He rises to go.

Oh my God, Boubo! Boubo please don’t walk away. Don’t go please. Good bye isn’t really good when tears fall like rain. Boubo please do stay, for i can’t be Aiasha again if you’re gone.

And when the rain falls and causes floods, someone’s got to be be-dra-ggled! Okirah allergically drooled.

Boubo still walks slowly away.

Boubo tomorrow dies when you walk away and today’s but a gloomy day. I hurt you, and ‘am so sorry. Wouldn’t mean to shout on you, i was only on edge and i….

I was the stinker! Okirah cuts in again droopingly.

Oh my God, Okirah stop please. Boubo I didn’t mean to hurt you. Please stay and tell me you’ve forgiven me, ‘am sorry please….

And he who is hasty is in danger of tumbling his tusks and hoaxing his trumpets. Okirah drools.

Aiasha extends her hands in a miserable gesture, tears trickling and waiting on Boubo to turn back. Suspensefully, Boubo steers around.

Sweetie ‘am so sorry if i have saddened your heart. Friends are forever and i wouldn’t ever turn my back on you again.

I wondered who could’ve been able to pull you out if you fell into the flood as Aiasha did on me. Okirah taunts.

Ignoring Okirah’s post traumatic silly utterances

I believe you Boubo, and if no other one does in the whole wide world, i Aiasha do. I will always stand by you chivalrously as a friend as we walk side by side.

Oh Aiasha, you drive me crazy with your words. Give me a big hug, big heart, a lo-ve-lieee biggie huggie, sweetie.

Ha! I got it. Those are my words. Buddy Boubo and a….

Oh yeah, and a kiss! Okirah pre-empts.

The sun now smiles gracefully, glistening over fields and plains in a bridal brilliance. Birds singing in an orchestrated formation while beautiful butterflies dangle and hover over beauteous flowers. Younger buds peep at their fairy wings, giggling and pushing to blow. The cloud is dry now and crispy in a splendid azure template. And down, down, down, trees, the big no less than the small sway in dance as Aiasha and Boubo titivate and preen Okirah to shine again in sheen! Boubo showers water on Okirah while Aiasha basks too as she washes her. Okirah skips around, gulps water involuntarily and makes off. Boubo fires a small ball of water and shoots her down.

Be-dra-g-g-l-e-d!! Aiasha teases.

Be-dra….Okirah gulps another bout of water and rotates her eyes like a frightened ugly owl

Oh my God. Somebody’s scary! Aiasha pricks.

God my oh! Not more than Boubo’s jumbo park of dung. Okirah cackles pointing at its heap.

Boubo fires more water balls at Okirah. She picks up and dodges craftily till she lands into the dunghill!

Oh my God Boubo! Aiasha faints.

Be-drrrrrrrrrrrrrra-ggled, brrrrrrrrra-gga-do-cio! Okirah simmers in the paste as she splatters the shit all over.

Boubo takes off but stumbles over Aiasha’s foot. Aiasha wakes.

Oh my God, have i missed a thing?

‘Too close a bowling.’ Boubo pants

Okirah emerges in all ridicule. She ‘bla bla bla’ and shouts triumphantly

Wheee! Winners don’t quit and quitters don’t win. Quitters are losers and losers don’t breathe. I breathe. Therefore ‘am not a loser.

Interesting! Mumbles Boubo

Could make up a soulful song, i bet you Boubo

Song? Okirah asks with surprise

Song! Yeah come on buddies, hands in hands, shoulders to shoulders. Though we don’t have our dancing shoes ready, but our dancing steps are providentially with us. So….

So first things first Aiasha. Boubo harks back.

O dear, I almost got it so wrong there. Yeah, first things first. So O….

Kirah is first! Don’t you see it? ‘Am the first, ‘am the winner, ‘am scary or not. I scared off someone’s breath and it was a knock out. I bawled the biggest ball ever with Boubo. That was on the hit too and I errrr of course made a dunk of myself in a basket of dung. It was all me and now, ‘am first again. First on em….? What ‘am i not saying, on em…..em?

On the need that cleanliness is next to godliness. Aiasha garnishes.

Oh godliness? Sheepishes Okirah.

Oh yeah and we will help. The waters are on the way Aiasha, so keep your hands on the plough.

On the plough? No, on the plume. Come then o waters on me and make me washed like the clouds where you come!

Seriously poetic, but not from the skies now. Watch out Okirah. Here it comes! Boubo’s spewing fires of waters.

Fires of waw….

And the water catches up with Okirah’s loquacity. Aiasha washes and cleanses her till she comes anew. Latter, Boubo gathers some sticks and makes a little fire and they set Okirah close to it.

Washing and setting? Okirah broods

Yap yap! Chirrups Aiasha

But why do you Boubo bother about me too?

Because the friends of our friends are our friends

And when one of us is sick, the rest of us are sick. Aiasha twitters

What of when there are fires in the eyes? Okirah muses

Whose eyes?

In your eyes. In both of your beady eyes. I can see fires in your eyes. Besides I can see me too by the fires. Then what of me?

Ooooh, there we go! We sit right there in your eyes by our little fire.

Aiasha turns round and round as would a beautiful maiden in a pretty gown before a mirror, and says

Hello me and Boubo in Okirah’s eyes why do you turn around too and says hello, ‘me and Boubo in Okirah’s eyes?

Really?

Really! Boubo assures

Why is it so? Why do i see me in your eyes and you see yourselves in my eyes?

It’s because of Ifunanya. Aiasha says

What’s Iphiyana?

O dear not Ifya or whatever. It’s Ifunanya. It’s a native of Africa, Igbo precisely and literally means ‘to be seen’. It however means love properly.

You see to love someone, one sees another first, beholds that charming qualities in him or her, cherishes them in the heart whereof love comes. Boubo concludes.

And this is why we see ourselves in the eyes of every fellow that we may love all in charity in view of every virtue; and if someone doesn’t mind let’s run around our fire and celebrate our friendship with a song.

So what’s the title of the song, Aiasha?

Fires of Ifunanya! Okirah chirps

Hurray it’s dancing time, so let’s rock and roll it!!!

♫ FIRES OF IFUNANYA ♥♪

Like tongues of fires
Hands-in- hands as friends
We whirl round and round and round
In gust like the wind

Shake and shake your tail
And shake off the frail
We might though march our toes
With our dancing shoes

But it does not hurt
When there’s love in the heart
Oh my God and O my dear
Thanks always for being there

In making me live
By showing some love
Here we see us in our eyes
Whirling round Ifunanaya’s Fires

Ifunanya makes our burden light
Ifunanya makes all bright
Ifunanya bears no wrongs
And makes us fly without wings

I might be worthless to some other one
But in my true friends I’ve won
A comely pride of place
In a graceful love and grace

Health and wealth don’t measure
Nor class and beauty sure
All you’ve got is nothing
If your heart is not loving

Oh sweet Ifunanya
Thanks for your Ifunanya
And let the fires burn
And keep on the run

Ifunanya makes flower blossom
At a touch on every bosom
Ifunanya makes life full
Ifunanya makes life beautiful

Thanks for being here
Because you care
Have you felt the heat?
Let’s rock, roll and rock it

Instrumental

Move-roll-roll Boubo
Move-roll-move jumbo
Rock-roll-rock Aiasha
Rock-roll-rock Okirah
O-o-o roll it
Awh, control it
Shake your body
Tubby buddy
Let the fires burn
And keep on the run
If you feel the heat
Roll to the beat
Till sweet sleep
Lures to the deep

Really, they are rocking and rolling it! But the gust and the vigour diminish as earth draws close it curtains of darkness gradually. By now too, the dancing steps come at variance with the dance tune. Boubo is a dancer to watch. He rocks in and out the track, drowsily and dangerously he steers.

Watch it Boubo. Aiasha cautions.

Ya. I watch it!

You watch what, but what do you do and where do go? Alarms Okirah

Nothing. No where. ‘Am only rolling it here as the band rolls.

But we say you control it!

Ya, I control and roll and rock at the same time.

….drowsily and dangerously he steers towards an edge and would crash land at some further steps. Aiasha overtakes him to peep beyond.

Oh my God! She shouts

What’s down Aiasha? Okirah inquires

Rolling off a cliff upon monstrous rocks!!!

Em, well’em, I guess is all rocking.

Stop kidding Okirah! Pull Boubo back by the tail. ‘Am pushing ahead….I mean pushing back by the head. Pushing back, backing push, backing off and backing on.

Ok. All hands on Boubo babe! ‘Am watching my back, but back me up Aiasha.

Alright Okirah, let’s moooove!

‘Am moving- ‘am rolling it. Boubo snores. Virtually enjoying the swing, Aiasha and Okirah pant heavily. Boubo still sways indefinitely to the band. Boubo is heavy and Boubo might not move so long as the band rolls.

Are we or not rocking it? Boubo revels.

That’s the symptom. I bet you everybody. It’s acute somnambulism. I guess it is infectious because I don’t know who’s the somebody pushing me too. Okirah blabbers from bewitchery of sleep.

Stop Okirah and don’t look back when you lay your hands on the Boubo.

Or on the plough? Well, Boubo’s much more a plough now than ever. Whispers Okirah.

Hey. Stop it. You don’t whisper a point when you’ve got one. You assert it ok. And is high time the music stopped. The day is far spent and the night is come to our rest.

Turning to you, still pushing Boubo and panting, she nods in an anticipated affirmation as she asks, ‘Isn’t it true eh? Isn’t it not true buddy? It is t-r-u-e! That’s what ‘am saying pal. Thanks for your perseverance, your affable presence, patience and most congenial companionship thus far. You’re faithful. Thanks too for being there for us. You’re fan-ta-taa-tastic! And turning to the band….meanwhile here is no match to your imagination, not even in its wildest ratiocination! Could you have known that it has been a live band and that the Tortoitons and Tortletons are well represented; if the stage lights are not driven on the background? Mbeku conducts. Kwubenki kicks and dances seriously in the limelight till he lately notices your eyes are fixed on him.

Ah zum zum zum, peew-pawrrr. I got no dance again. He recoils shyly as he drums on his belly pum pum.

Hey! That’s ocules serventes buddy! Yeah, it means serving the eyes, but you shouldn’t….

Yap! You don’t whisper a point when you’ve got one. So, do the dancing the best you can. Okirah cuts Aiasha short.

Of course, do-do-do-dooo whatever you do well, but at the right time most importantly.

And what are we saying Aiasha?

That the spoils of our toil is rest. So let’s give the world a moment of peace and a respite to our body and soul.

Good night everybody till the morn dawns in blest.

So the light begins to dwindle, casting out the gloomy faces of the wearied band crew. Some drunk with sleep drop at spots. Some ridiculously recline on their instruments. A monkey drops her tambourine; sleep-walks to a standing microphone and sleeps off. Dramatically the light fades off with the crashing of the monkey as the pole tinkers away on the stage. The night is dark, but its darkness is graceful. So peace flows like a cave. And like the clinking of fallen icicles from the cave top, Boubo’s voice ruptures the serenity.

Errr, where’s the band?
Rolled off!
And the rest?
Gone to sleep
And you?
Standing by you
Aiasha?
Yeah buddy Boubo
Okirah?
Oh my God sweetie sweetie!

Okirah’s mimicry tickles them and they all crackle

Even in darkness i can see light
At night there’s hope of morrow
Of life, of love and of might
In a vessel of friendship to row
Even in the ripples of storm
Love holds us on to the oars
Soaring to sure shore of morn
Of honour and feats and glories

Thanks for being there
With ♥ Aiasha, Boubo & Okirah

Ostar* Amakeze 2008©

Edited by
Emeka Amakeze B.A [Hons] Linguistics

♪AIASHA EL PÁJARO el CANTAR Y SU FRIENDS♫
Automatically translated into Spanish thanks to WorldLingo

♪AIASHA EL PÁJARO el CANTAR Y SU FRIENDS♫

de donde usted está parado, usted pensaría que Aiasha se inclina en un berg scudding del hielo mientras que ella canta. Su voz melodious perfora la cámara acorazada de cielos como temblar de un violín. Ella asoma, obviamente emergiendo claramente a una vista, y usted ahora justo la encuentra hacia fuera se está inclinando en Boubo.

Inclínese en mí
cuando usted no es fuerte,
yo será su amigo que
le ayudaré a continuar
para él sea largo,
hasta que las que van a necesitar
a alguien inclinarse en

usted consideran Boubo grande, los revels Aiasha, “él pulsa tan solemnemente mi alma dulce en, inclinación del `en-llevan encendido, sean largo, inclinarse en' cada vez que canto esta canción dulce.

“Que es la aliteración y el retruécano y la aliteración todo con Aiasha” dijeron Boubo.

Gracias por los elogios. Conjeturo que el artista debe haber sido poeta sentimental.

La canción todavía tararea en resonancia. “Me siento siempre celestially levantado en él y mí vuele sin las alas cada momento que sé que se aplica a nosotros porque somos amigos. ”

Lo dudo Aiasha. Usted ha volado siempre en sus alas. {Risas ahogadas} bien, debo agradecerle por ser siempre allí por mí.

Usted es un gran amigo Boubo. Me pregunto qué vida habría podido ser sin usted bebé.

Autorización

de Boubo. ¡Muchacho del bebé de Boubo!

Bebé hermoso del chirrido de Niza. ¿Podría usted intentar un pequeño assonance la vez próxima?

¿Assonace de un lill' vez próxima?

Ya, la vez próxima, cualquier momento, tiempo del tiempo. Y ahora está el tiempo. Mi padre usado para decir, eso el principio de la man#ana está hoy, y mi momma graso dice, {moviéndose en sacudimiento para imitarla}, “un paso a la vez, hace lo que usted puede hacer hoy y nunca decirme no puede hacerlo, a menos que usted haya intentado hacerlo y haya intentado bien bastante.

“Bien el sweetie” que pensaba cuidadosamente, “me dejó intentar, pero e-m-puede yo recitar la noche agraciada de Ostar. Usted ve, el sol todavía está fijando en esplendor .....

¡compinche Na-na-naaaa! Ostar lo ha hecho para se allí y se ha erigido una estatua aquí. Cuando hacemos lo que podemos hacer bien bastante, erigimos nuestras estatuas y vivimos memorablemente siempre después. Usted puede hacerlo aceptable. Apenas crea que usted puede y no importa cómo poco. Cuál es importante es como de bien.

Oh Boubo usted me conduce loco con sus palabras del inspirational. Déme un abrazo grande, corazón grande, un sweetie bajo-ve-lieee del biggie-huggie.

Aiasha se patina al pecho de Boubo y lo abraza que el mucho sus dedos podría ir.

¡Apenas me siento como permanecer aquí por siempre, hay un calor más comeliest aquí mi estimado!

Un tiro grande Aiasha, usted me hace jumpy por esta cuenta y coo. Sin embargo tengo gusto de la parte pasada, “….¡como permanecer aquí por siempre, hay un calor más comeliest aquí mi estimado! ¡A-L-L-I-T-RA-T-I-O-N!

¿Oh mi dios, realmente?

¡Sí compinche!

Nunca me conocía, bien, amaría hacerlo consciente útil.

¿Oops, consciente útil? ¿De dónde usted consiguió eso?

Derecho de mi corazón, él los anillos justos y ése son cómo me siento que consigue algo hecho derecho, usted saben. Autorización. Lleve a cabo su `de la respiración que sale consciente útil.

Autorización. Bien `que lo sostiene encendido.

El corazón dulce profundo del sueño
de la dicha y de la paz
estropea esta noche para nuestros trabajos es resto
hasta los amaneceres de la mañana en el Oh

más blest mi dios, oh mi dios que acaba de rodar. No puede creerlo. ¡Boubo hecho! Aiasha levantado satisfactoriamente.

¡Usted sabe lo que!

¿Qué?

¿Usted es ingenioso y le apuesto, usted acabo de registrar un monumento poético y cuál es el título?

El E-m, me dejó camisón del camisón del seee…. ¡Na! Es buena noche. Prefiero buena noche al camisón del camisón. Es buena noche Boubo, él es buena noche. Es autorización de la buena noche.

Ahora la oscuridad ha descendido cada noche sobre la tierra. Cada criatura ha entrado a excepción las nocturnal que acaban de despertar para caminar o trabajo. De la oscuridad las negociaciones ahora:

¿Hey Aiasha, cuál era que usted dijo es el título del camisón del camisón? Veló el elefante soñoliento.

No me diga que usted somnambulating mientras que recitaba, Boubo. ¡Es buena noche Boubo!

Sweetie de las gracias. Buena noche también Aiasha. Te amo.

Con una depresión apacible, Boubo cae en slumber.

Hey la parada de Boubo, parada, lo para. No signifiqué buena noche, yo signifiqué buena noche. Apenas no duerma, sino permanezca encima de un poco mientras que. Déjenos eeem, {mirando al cielo de oro moonlit} hacen el juego del cielo, como la cuenta de las estrellas, persiguiendo la luna, orrrrr ..... aceptable. Boubo desea dormir. ¡Shssssssssss! Dejado alguien no despertarlo para arriba. Sueño aceptable de Boubo. Autorización de Boubo del sueño. Le cantaré un arrullo a los sueños dulces ideales. Te amo también Boubo, aunque deseo usted era despierto con mí, pero buena noche con buena noche.

el corazón dulce

profundo del sueño del ♪GOOD NIGHT♫
de la dicha y de la paz
estropea esta noche de nuestros trabajos es resto
hasta que los amaneceres de la mañana en la más blest

el sonido melodious del serene llevan largamente sutil como cucharadas Aiasha del sueño lejos también a un mundo maravilloso de sueños. Pronto la mañana se rompe con los brotes beauteous de las flores que revelan. Las hojas que relucir en el tacto de la mañana blanda asolean sonreír en sus rocío-gotas. Las fragancias dulces se mezclan con la brisa apacible como ella peinan los árboles y sus boughs. La interpretación de la mañana de los pájaros' canta a coro repetir la belleza de la vida como .....

El Oh mi dios y la buena mañana mi buen dios… como Aiasha despierta.

¿Es mañana?

¡Sí, despierte y vea todas las cosas brillantes y hermosas!

Todas las cosas son brillantes y hermosas, los susurros Boubo. “Aiasha, Aiasha….

Mirada del bebé

de Ya en mí en los ojos

muy bien. Allí mi gooooo de los ojos que

no deseo lamentar le he dicho nunca siempre. Todas las cosas son brillantes y hermosas a mí porque usted es mi amigo. Usted ha sido tan encantador y cuidando. Te amo Aiasha.

Aiasha abrocha sus dedos sobre su pecho y llora alegre. Ella ojos cerrados como ella pide.

¿Por qué usted me ama Boubo?

Porque usted es Aiasha.

¡Oh mi dios! Susurros Aiasha. Usted es la mejor cosa Boubo que ha sucedido siempre en mi vida. Usted es mi ángel Boubo. Agradezco a dios que somos amigos y Boubo todas las cosas es hoy brillante y hermoso y siempre porque usted está siempre allí para mí. Te amo Boubo.

Usted es sweetie lo más altamente posible agradable. Es el tiempo de la mañana y déjenos consiguen de nuevo a trabajo. El Grandpa dice que usted despierta con la mañana, que trabaja con el sol, y después que se reclina con la luna.

Oh mi dios que rueda. Aposté que usted él lo hace. Apenas como eso: con la mañana, con el sol, con la luna. Realmente rueda Boubo.

Grazias. Ése era mi grandee. Así pues, hagamos lo que debemos hacer.

¿Abrigo?

¡Abrigo!

¿Y cuál es el concepto Aiasha?

¡Diligencia al extremo!

¡Viene o encendido!

Sacudaren las manos y las piernas de una manera y de un bombom más con estilo también. Aiasha baja headlong, se ríe entre dientes y está paradas a la palmada de ella las manos. Entonces, precisaron para trabajar. Boubo tira de algunos registros de la madera y comienza a fijar una choza. Aiasha recolecta las cañas y las hojas para hacer una jerarquía. ¡Diligencia! Y dutifully trabajan y trabajan. Aiasha que trabaja hábilmente y como su jerarquía toma cuidadosamente un L altamente net-worked forma. Boubo tararea indistintamente. Aiasha satisfizo con sus diapositivas del trabajo adentro y hacia fuera y adentro y hacia fuera otra vez. La choza de Boubo es lista también. Tierras de Aiasha.

¡Un qué edificio monumental usted tiene aquí Boubo!

¿Amperio hora?

¡Oh mi dios, es asombroso!

Bien, aprecio, pero le apuesto Aiasha. Su choza…. Espere un minuto. Significo que su jerarquía es un artifice fantástico. No puede ayudar a mirar fijamente él.

Gracias Boubo.

Gracias también Aiasha.

Aiasha salta en la cara de Boubo y lo abraza. ¡Mientras tanto en el fondo, se parece ser ése, `allí es fuego en la montaña' para cada uno está en el funcionamiento! Cada las alas y las piernas son que refuerzan o constructivas a un abrigo contra la nube melancólica embarazada pesada, pero a la tortuga y a sus parientes.

Los “de Hai compinches shelly, firma justa del asimiento sus cáscaras y no hacen caso de las nubes gritadoras. No podemos cringe muy bien. Si inunda eventual y usted navega, diga ha-ll-ooooo a nuestras familias de Tortleton dondequiera que; pero lo que, dejan el dado de la esperanza no en usted antes de que usted muera. Hasta entonces, vaya sobre su negocio anormal, aunque cada control está bajo alarmar, pero lo que sucede siempre, que es el destino”.

Sucede tan y tan como rociadas de Okirah adentro apresuradamente en un plumaje iridiscente del deslumbramiento.

¡Hey hey hey Juliet! ¡Bastantes de ese kissie del kissie y venidos aquí y me ayudan a fijar algo!

Aiasha y Boubo se desconciertan en el rudeness y la carencia de Okirah de la cortesía. Ella está parada en alto en orgullo en un rama para Aiasha que espera del árbol para venir encima.

¿Em, buen día Okirah, y cómo usted hace? Boubo dicho courteously.

¡Amperio hora! ¿Cualquier cosa habló ahora? Okirah dijo contemptibly, exhibiendo sus plumas más coloridas.

¡Oh mi dios! `Boubo apesadumbrado. Nunca importe, yo lo colocará aceptable.

¡Coloque mi pie, usted las criaturas insignificantes amor-pulsadas! ¿Usted o no ayudarme fijaron una jerarquía Aiasha?

Boubo se levanta furiosamente y las marcas para el árbol en el cual Okirah perches. Aiasha se pega las piernas pegajosas en la tierra y acuña la parte posteriora de Boubo. Sus piernas que hacen un surco paralelo delantero.

Hey parada de Boubo él Boubo. Parada de Boubo. ¡Okirah no está digno de el sudor! Aiasha aboga por. Por favor `apesadumbrado, `apesadumbrado, y `tan apesadumbrado.

En esto, Aiasha se rompe para arriba, lo cuelga para arriba y se sienta en el pie de Boubo para llorar. Boubo ahora para para consolar su

`también Aiasha apesadumbrado. No signifiqué lastimarle sweetie

Sweeeee ..... ¿qué? Broches de presión Okirah.

Es el corazón dulce aceptable. La autorización apenas lo hace como usted lo desea; concede Boubo.

¡Estimado compinche Boubo del Oh! Las gracias, pero ésa es Shakespeare. No, Guillermo, “como usted tiene gusto de él”. Bien. Gracias pues lo desearía. Okirah aceptable, estoy viniendo encima inmediatamente sin mis rasgones otra vez.

Con o sin lo que, yo no cuidan. Chirrups de Okirah, preening.

Tan dulce sass. Susurros Boubo con desaprobación.

Okirah aceptable, me dejó ve sus cañas y hojas, Aiasha exige con los rasgones.

¿Cañas y malas hierbas? ¡Apesadumbrado vine con ningunos y cómo el atrevimiento usted piensa yo llevaría tal dung adelante!

apesadumbradas….

Apesadumbrado mi pie, y utiliza su materia. Okirah agrieta

el Oh mi dios….

Aiasha está en el borde de lanzar en la esponja. Sus latidos del corazón. El corazón de Aiasha se está rompiendo. En un segundito un texto destella en ella a partir del uno de los literatures que ella leyó, “…. no hacer caso y desdeñar de lesión o de una calumnia es un remedio lejos más eficaz que el resentimiento, luchar y venganza.” Ella precisó tan consciente en negrilla útil, dutifully, y decisivo revelar los cortes, los empalmes y los movimientos de una jerarquía perfecta.

Está después la bobina y el basketing. Y al mismo tiempo usted oso el L-concepto consciente útil en su mente como usted hace punto….

¿Cuál es tan el concepto loco? Preguntas Okirah desinteresadamente

…. De modo que cuando esté atado firmemente y colgado inverso, ni viento ni sunder de la poder de la tormenta su slumber o saunter.

La espera, esperar-esperar-espera, excepto su respiración. Asimiento justo él allí, `hecho con él. Lo han aprendido, lo han aprendido, y han aprendido que más que usted hace. Mano tan justa él encima a mí, `ido. Splutters Okirah irritablemente y lo más indignadamente posible.

Todo el rato, Boubo se inclina hacia abajo moping hacia arriba en el drama del árbol.

¡Una qué pequeña bestia hermosa! Piensa Boubo silenciosamente

A poco más, Okirah por favor. Te amo Okirah, poco más de la clase particular en basketing por favor. No quisiera que le apagaran y hacia fuera en el viento o la lluvia, i bajo….

Ame mi pie Aiasha. ¿Usted piensa el `que soy ése barato eh? Estancia clara fuera de mí y…. Bien, bien, bien gracias por nada de todos modos. Por supuesto podría apenas hacer esto en un soplo recto así que no hincho su cabeza que usted ha hecho algo autorización loable. Okirah se jacta.

¡Braggadocio! Susurros Boubo.

Okirah I no significa…. Significo que usted acaba de conseguir una arma aquí. Es suicida pensar que usted tiene una jerarquía. Ése es Okirah mitad-cocido al horno. Una poco más paciencia por favor, por lo menos hagamos un L corto de ella.

Cuénteme fuera de él. ¡Y si usted está pensando en mantenerme este lugar que apesta más de largo, olvídese de él!

Con este Okirah vira de y desaparece en el aire grueso del cielo nublado oscuro del retumbo.

Oh mi dios, oh mi dios, Boubo Okirah ido, ella ha ido, O estimado ella ha hecho también” está de luto Aiasha.

“Él que es precipitado está en el peligro de tropezar y de lastimar los refunfuños Boubo de su pie” mientras que él todavía mira pityingly la sombra de Okirah en el aire.

Ése es proverbio de Solomon, pero estimado mi corazón está roto tan. Porqué yo, porqué yo Boubo. Ella es tan hermosa, y si solamente ella fuera también amable, ella pasaría para una diosa benigna”. Sueños Aiasha.

¿Cuál es `' Aiasha amable?

Está siendo alegre y amistoso, y bondadoso y good-humoured apenas como usted Boubo. El ser justo agradable, usted sabe.

Usted es refrán justo él Aiasha. ¡Me siento adulado grandemente!

Ningún compinche, usted ha sido más un amigo que las palabras podrían decir, un compañero agradable.

¡Y dando vuelta a donde usted está parado como si le hable ella diga,

usted ve a estimado compinche del oh, Boubo diría no a Aiasha si Aiasha tiende para ser estúpido, y Boubo da a Aiasha un abrazo grande del huggie del sweetie si Aiasha hace una cosa bien!

Además de Aiasha me hace más para creer en me, eso que puedo hacer y no eso no puedo, ese `soy fuerte y no débil, ese `soy inteligente y no un burro, que soy hermoso y no feo. Sobretodo ella dice que tres elementos constituyen la palabra, amistad del `'. El extremo medio del `' como virtud es el más importante y merece la definición del sistema de la salida. Cuando el extremo es bueno, nosotros poder a través de la nave pasada' vela del `con seguridad con el mástil de la fidelidad sincera sobre las tormentas del primer Frailty del `' a un compañerismo agradable. Usted ve, todavía ponder en estas maravillas mientras que vaga el waddle de i y adonde y cómo mi estimado Aiasha vino por éstos .....

Boubo todavía está hablando con usted cuando Aiasha grita a él.

¡Boubo, mira su baaa-ck!

¿Mi parte posteriora? Él da vuelta miedo-pulsado.

Na. su tronco Boubo. Retroceda a su abrigo. ¡Se viene la tormenta! Aiasha temblado.

Scurry a la seguridad de sus abrigos como las lluvias dejaron flojamente en torrentes y pelotillas de la hielo-gota. Truena están tecleando dentro de las matrices de las nubes, tosiendo a menudo hacia fuera chispas ardientes como bolas del cañón. El relámpago brandishes movimientos de flashes aquí y del yon. ¡Los vientos se despiertan de slumber y en la irritación barren todo que pueden poner las manos encendido en una ráfaga furiosa!

Es una tempestad Aiasha. ¡Sostenga la fortaleza y sea fuerte! Trompetas Boubo.

Boubo aceptable. Sea fuerte también y no salte de su piel. Errr- y sabe que Shakespeare escribió la tempestad. Conjeturo que es el segundo al último de sus juegos.

Yoh Aiasha. Ponder y me pregunto si alguien en alguna parte ahora está escribiendo en éste.

Quizás una fuerza del wanderer lo hace. Aiasha sugiere

o un cazador dice Boubo.

Ríen mientras que la oscuridad lluviosa espesa. Es lejano ahora en la noche. You can hear Boubo snoring away peacefully, but Aiasha is not sleeping. Aiasha is crying and praying.

Oh my good God please keep Okirah safe wherever the storm buffets her. May she neither be strangled nor drowned. Oh my dear God i love Okirah. She’s so beautiful and queenly, just a little rude, but i believe she will grow out of it. Can’t hate her please save Okirah oh darling God. I know you’ve got to save her because you’ve got to save her because you’ve got the whole world in your hands. Promise me you will, just a little more promise….

Turning to Boubo

Hey Boubo are you there? Are you there, are you….? Em, do you remember where it says, “Be still and know that I am God?” do you Boubo? Dooo, or are you stilled already? Oh Boubo is stilled already because he lies down and sleep comes at once. Aiasha too shall be stilled for God of the birds will save Okirah. Hey, everyone I’ve got it. Is Psalm 46. A whole of it, a whole of lot of it and verse ten says it all! Wait; did I say God of the birds? Yeah, i did and it makes a lot of sense, though he’s also God of Boubo and you, you know what i mean. Eehm, let me put it into a kind of song in dedication to my dear Okirah.

♪GOD OF THE BIRDS♫

I see the trees in sways
In dance of the stormy winds
As noon shuts her smiles
At the claps of the thunders
While the lightning flashes and snaps
The dark crying crawling clouds
The birds holding close their feathers
As their wobbling fluttering nests
Toggled against the tempests
But you little fledging birds
Burn up all the bridges
For God of the beautiful birds
Would the winds ‘neath your wings
When it is o’er with the storms

♥with love, Aiasha

A ghostly dawn succeeds the ghastly night. Wearied of her mournful vigil, Aiasha sleeps of deep still. Floods surging in surfeit and wrecking whatever its razing tongues could lash. Some homeless creatures either hold some standing trees tenaciously or float on logs of woods upon waters. However, floating resignedly upon waters too are Kwubenki, the elder spokesman of the Tortoiton family and few others. Close to him is Mbekwu, ramshackled like an out-done boxer with bumps all over his heads.

Eehm, who there you are, or are you not Mbekwu? Queries Kwubenki drolly.

Wwwwe-ll, i was Mbekwu, but now call me either without ‘m’ or ‘kwu’ preferably without the latter, because the metamorphosis is strictly sinister. He bemoans.

Hey, boy what has come over you? Is that a fit of temper or what? What’s up shelly buddy?

My head! Pointing at the protruded bumps saying, “That’s what’s up boss.”

That’s silly as a wheel boy. Let’s first try to get out of this mess first.

Not at all; not as silly as that boss. Remember that, ‘whatever ever happens, that’s the destiny’, so lets stay till whatever completely happens on us Kwubenki.

Fears grapple the rest at this pessimism and they gawk.

No no no! It has of course dawned on me that Kwubenki makes no meaning again. Though that was my native name, but do spare your breath next time and call me only ‘Kwu.’ Ok. The other suffix is been knocked off too. Gone to the seas!

A haa-awhoo-awhaaa…. Laugh-coughs Mbekwu, holding his etching shell together.

Wait a minute buddy. That’s not all. This is not destiny buddy. It was misleading of me, and gullible of you and us. Just the boomerang buddy and you can put the blame on me buddies.

Yoh boss! Yo yo, i like the last part of your funeral speech. That’s Akon you know, that’s him niggar. That’s the vibes, ‘you can put the blame on me.’ as we die.

I do boy, i do know but let not hope die in you before you die. Don’t you remember or is your brain been knocked off too.

Reverberating instrumentally behind the scene is You Can Put the Blame on Me. Then, unfolding gradually, is the panorama of the wreckage. Ok. Hold your breath because I know what or who your mind is searching for. OKIRAH!

Of course here i am squatting in squalor, be-dra-g-g-l-e-d beyond recognition. Look at me and see if there’s still any Okirah in me. No. nothing! So you may address me therefore as i am now. Irah, Irah! Very much close to ‘irascible’ because that’s what i am. Annoying! An annoying ugly thing, that’s me or don’t i annoy you? Well, I know i do. So remove the first two letters from my name for nothing is ok again with me. Besides, I can’t shout HELP! Somebody h-e-l-p!! Because ‘am annoying.

Like the whispers of a hungry cave, Okirah’s voice echoes in Aiasha’s wearied dream land, ‘HELP! Somebody h-e-l-p!!’ and she starts and pants and scurries off her nest.

‘HELP! Somebody h-e-l-p!!’ certainly no body is somebody but meeeee. So wait Okirah, Aiasha is woken up from thousand slumbers by your voice. Hang on Okirah and don’t hang up ok! Hey, let some other somebody tell Boubo ‘am not shutting him out. Out-out-out in the cold, but will be back. Back-back-back to Bouboooo. Wait a minute that sounds a kind of song. Let’s seeeee- doo reee miiii faaaa-aaalacious! And that means out of place because someone is somewhere right away not singing, and someone has got to put some songs in her, and that’s me. ‘Am the someone and a little help makes the difference. That’s the way of the Lil’Smile buddy. Sparing some seconds starting someone smiling!

At the background, rescue mission is on. All Animalitarian Societies are ‘all hands on deck. Constructions, renovations, rehabilitations are all on at the same time. The sun peeps through the wetted clouds, shivering over the ruins. And like a stage light, it casts prominent rays on Okirah! Aiasha runs by.

Hey! Hi buddy there’s something Okirah about you. Are you or are you not Okirah, Okirah?

It might have been. ‘Am a loser!

Na! Far from it buddy. Losers don’t breathe. Besides, the sun is coming out to burn away the cold and to dry our tears.

Whose cold and tears? Nothing about it is ours, but all mine. Never mind, ‘am breathing my last and don’t care about the sun either.

Is all ours buddy. When one of us is in pain, all of us are in pains. And i do care about you. I love you and i mean it when I say i do.

Tears stream down Okirah’s cheeks.

I was always either too busy for you or too proud because i have beautiful feathers and can fly higher….

Oh my God, Okirah stop, stop, stop, s-t-o-p Okirah!

….but never knew you have a most simple, sincere and scintillating soul! And above all, you have love.

You kill me Okirah. Lean on me first, let me take you home.

Like a soft rising sun, the music Lean on Me reverberates as Aiasha makes to give Okirah a helping hand. Okirah for the first time turns to you with eyes dilating.

Would you rather i did?

Hey buddy. Piggie backie, piggy Okirah lets whoosh.

Okirah still stands bemused when Aiasha scoops her up and off they zoom beneath the tree upon which Aiasha pitches her nest. Boubo watches the oncoming marathon astonishedly.

Hei-hei-hei, hey buddy what’s after you? What has come over you? Or is this an Aiasha-Run-Round sort of game?

Don’t be silly Boubo. It’s Okirah. It’s Okirah that’s over me and not any of your grotesque questions. I’ve got to fix her first, first!

Boubo is at once hurt and his glowing spirit droops. He rises to go.

Oh my God, Boubo! Boubo please don’t walk away. Don’t go please. Good bye isn’t really good when tears fall like rain. Boubo please do stay, for i can’t be Aiasha again if you’re gone.

And when the rain falls and causes floods, someone’s got to be be-dra-ggled! Okirah allergically drooled.

Boubo still walks slowly away.

Boubo tomorrow dies when you walk away and today’s but a gloomy day. I hurt you, and ‘am so sorry. Wouldn’t mean to shout on you, i was only on edge and i….

I was the stinker! Okirah cuts in again droopingly.

Oh my God, Okirah stop please. Boubo I didn’t mean to hurt you. Please stay and tell me you’ve forgiven me, ‘am sorry please….

And he who is hasty is in danger of tumbling his tusks and hoaxing his trumpets. Okirah drools.

Aiasha extends her hands in a miserable gesture, tears trickling and waiting on Boubo to turn back. Suspensefully, Boubo steers around.

Sweetie ‘am so sorry if i have saddened your heart. Friends are forever and i wouldn’t ever turn my back on you again.

I wondered who could’ve been able to pull you out if you fell into the flood as Aiasha did on me. Okirah taunts.

Ignoring Okirah’s post traumatic silly utterances

I believe you Boubo, and if no other one does in the whole wide world, i Aiasha do. I will always stand by you chivalrously as a friend as we walk side by side.

Oh Aiasha, you drive me crazy with your words. Give me a big hug, big heart, a lo-ve-lieee biggie huggie, sweetie.

Ha! I got it. Those are my words. Buddy Boubo and a….

Oh yeah, and a kiss! Okirah pre-empts.

The sun now smiles gracefully, glistening over fields and plains in a bridal brilliance. Birds singing in an orchestrated formation while beautiful butterflies dangle and hover over beauteous flowers. Younger buds peep at their fairy wings, giggling and pushing to blow. The cloud is dry now and crispy in a splendid azure template. And down, down, down, trees, the big no less than the small sway in dance as Aiasha and Boubo titivate and preen Okirah to shine again in sheen! Boubo showers water on Okirah while Aiasha basks too as she washes her. Okirah skips around, gulps water involuntarily and makes off. Boubo fires a small ball of water and shoots her down.

Be-dra-g-g-l-e-d!! Aiasha teases.

Be-dra….Okirah gulps another bout of water and rotates her eyes like a frightened ugly owl

Oh my God. Somebody’s scary! Aiasha pricks.

God my oh! Not more than Boubo’s jumbo park of dung. Okirah cackles pointing at its heap.

Boubo fires more water balls at Okirah. She picks up and dodges craftily till she lands into the dunghill!

Oh my God Boubo! Aiasha faints.

Be-drrrrrrrrrrrrrra-ggled, brrrrrrrrra-gga-do-cio! Okirah simmers in the paste as she splatters the shit all over.

Boubo takes off but stumbles over Aiasha’s foot. Aiasha wakes.

Oh my God, have i missed a thing?

‘Too close a bowling.’ Boubo pants

Okirah emerges in all ridicule. She ‘bla bla bla’ and shouts triumphantly

Wheee! Winners don’t quit and quitters don’t win. Quitters are losers and losers don’t breathe. I breathe. Therefore ‘am not a loser.

Interesting! Mumbles Boubo

Could make up a soulful song, i bet you Boubo

Song? Okirah asks with surprise

Song! Yeah come on buddies, hands in hands, shoulders to shoulders. Though we don’t have our dancing shoes ready, but our dancing steps are providentially with us. So….

So first things first Aiasha. Boubo harks back.

O dear, I almost got it so wrong there. Yeah, first things first. So O….

Kirah is first! Don’t you see it? ‘Am the first, ‘am the winner, ‘am scary or not. I scared off someone’s breath and it was a knock out. I bawled the biggest ball ever with Boubo. That was on the hit too and I errrr of course made a dunk of myself in a basket of dung. It was all me and now, ‘am first again. First on em….? What ‘am i not saying, on em…..em?

On the need that cleanliness is next to godliness. Aiasha garnishes.

Oh godliness? Sheepishes Okirah.

Oh yeah and we will help. The waters are on the way Aiasha, so keep your hands on the plough.

On the plough? No, on the plume. Come then o waters on me and make me washed like the clouds where you come!

Seriously poetic, but not from the skies now. Watch out Okirah. Here it comes! Boubo’s spewing fires of waters.

Fires of waw….

And the water catches up with Okirah’s loquacity. Aiasha washes and cleanses her till she comes anew. Latter, Boubo gathers some sticks and makes a little fire and they set Okirah close to it.

Washing and setting? Okirah broods

Yap yap! Chirrups Aiasha

But why do you Boubo bother about me too?

Because the friends of our friends are our friends

And when one of us is sick, the rest of us are sick. Aiasha twitters

What of when there are fires in the eyes? Okirah muses

Whose eyes?

In your eyes. In both of your beady eyes. I can see fires in your eyes. Besides I can see me too by the fires. Then what of me?

Ooooh, there we go! We sit right there in your eyes by our little fire.

Aiasha turns round and round as would a beautiful maiden in a pretty gown before a mirror, and says

Hello me and Boubo in Okirah’s eyes why do you turn around too and says hello, ‘me and Boubo in Okirah’s eyes?

Really?

Really! Boubo assures

Why is it so? Why do i see me in your eyes and you see yourselves in my eyes?

It’s because of Ifunanya. Aiasha says

What’s Iphiyana?

O dear not Ifya or whatever. It’s Ifunanya. It’s a native of Africa, Igbo precisely and literally means ‘to be seen’. It however means love properly.

You see to love someone, one sees another first, beholds that charming qualities in him or her, cherishes them in the heart whereof love comes. Boubo concludes.

And this is why we see ourselves in the eyes of every fellow that we may love all in charity in view of every virtue; and if someone doesn’t mind let’s run around our fire and celebrate our friendship with a song.

So what’s the title of the song, Aiasha?

Fires of Ifunanya! Okirah chirps

Hurray it’s dancing time, so let’s rock and roll it!!!

♫ FIRES OF IFUNANYA ♥♪

Like tongues of fires
Hands-in- hands as friends
We whirl round and round and round
In gust like the wind

Shake and shake your tail
And shake off the frail
We might though march our toes
With our dancing shoes

But it does not hurt
When there’s love in the heart
Oh my God and O my dear
Thanks always for being there

In making me live
By showing some love
Here we see us in our eyes
Whirling round Ifunanaya’s Fires

Ifunanya makes our burden light
Ifunanya makes all bright
Ifunanya bears no wrongs
And makes us fly without wings

I might be worthless to some other one
But in my true friends I’ve won
A comely pride of place
In a graceful love and grace

Health and wealth don’t measure
Nor class and beauty sure
All you’ve got is nothing
If your heart is not loving

Oh sweet Ifunanya
Thanks for your Ifunanya
And let the fires burn
And keep on the run

Ifunanya makes flower blossom
At a touch on every bosom
Ifunanya makes life full
Ifunanya makes life beautiful

Thanks for being here
Because you care
Have you felt the heat?
Let’s rock, roll and rock it

Instrumental

Move-roll-roll Boubo
Move-roll-move jumbo
Rock-roll-rock Aiasha
Rock-roll-rock Okirah
O-o-o roll it
Awh, control it
Shake your body
Tubby buddy
Let the fires burn
And keep on the run
If you feel the heat
Roll to the beat
Till sweet sleep
Lures to the deep

Really, they are rocking and rolling it! But the gust and the vigour diminish as earth draws close it curtains of darkness gradually. By now too, the dancing steps come at variance with the dance tune. Boubo is a dancer to watch. He rocks in and out the track, drowsily and dangerously he steers.

Watch it Boubo. Aiasha cautions.

Ya. I watch it!

You watch what, but what do you do and where do go? Alarms Okirah

Nothing. No where. ‘Am only rolling it here as the band rolls.

But we say you control it!

Ya, I control and roll and rock at the same time.

….drowsily and dangerously he steers towards an edge and would crash land at some further steps. Aiasha overtakes him to peep beyond.

Oh my God! She shouts

What’s down Aiasha? Okirah inquires

Rolling off a cliff upon monstrous rocks!!!

Em, well’em, I guess is all rocking.

Stop kidding Okirah! Pull Boubo back by the tail. ‘Am pushing ahead….I mean pushing back by the head. Pushing back, backing push, backing off and backing on.

Ok. All hands on Boubo babe! ‘Am watching my back, but back me up Aiasha.

Alright Okirah, let’s moooove!

‘Am moving- ‘am rolling it. Boubo snores. Virtually enjoying the swing, Aiasha and Okirah pant heavily. Boubo still sways indefinitely to the band. Boubo is heavy and Boubo might not move so long as the band rolls.

Are we or not rocking it? Boubo revels.

That’s the symptom. I bet you everybody. It’s acute somnambulism. I guess it is infectious because I don’t know who’s the somebody pushing me too. Okirah blabbers from bewitchery of sleep.

Stop Okirah and don’t look back when you lay your hands on the Boubo.

Or on the plough? Well, Boubo’s much more a plough now than ever. Whispers Okirah.

Hey. Stop it. You don’t whisper a point when you’ve got one. You assert it ok. And is high time the music stopped. The day is far spent and the night is come to our rest.

Turning to you, still pushing Boubo and panting, she nods in an anticipated affirmation as she asks, ‘Isn’t it true eh? Isn’t it not true buddy? It is t-r-u-e! That’s what ‘am saying pal. Thanks for your perseverance, your affable presence, patience and most congenial companionship thus far. You’re faithful. Thanks too for being there for us. You’re fan-ta-taa-tastic! And turning to the band….meanwhile here is no match to your imagination, not even in its wildest ratiocination! Could you have known that it has been a live band and that the Tortoitons and Tortletons are well represented; if the stage lights are not driven on the background? Mbeku conducts. Kwubenki kicks and dances seriously in the limelight till he lately notices your eyes are fixed on him.

Ah zum zum zum, peew-pawrrr. I got no dance again. He recoils shyly as he drums on his belly pum pum.

Hey! That’s ocules serventes buddy! Yeah, it means serving the eyes, but you shouldn’t….

Yap! You don’t whisper a point when you’ve got one. So, do the dancing the best you can. Okirah cuts Aiasha short.

Of course, do-do-do-dooo whatever you do well, but at the right time most importantly.

And what are we saying Aiasha?

That the spoils of our toil is rest. So let’s give the world a moment of peace and a respite to our body and soul.

Good night everybody till the morn dawns in blest.

So the light begins to dwindle, casting out the gloomy faces of the wearied band crew. Some drunk with sleep drop at spots. Some ridiculously recline on their instruments. A monkey drops her tambourine; sleep-walks to a standing microphone and sleeps off. Dramatically the light fades off with the crashing of the monkey as the pole tinkers away on the stage. The night is dark, but its darkness is graceful. So peace flows like a cave. And like the clinking of fallen icicles from the cave top, Boubo’s voice ruptures the serenity.

Errr, where’s the band?
Rolled off!
And the rest?
Gone to sleep
And you?
Standing by you
Aiasha?
Yeah buddy Boubo
Okirah?
Oh my God sweetie sweetie!

Okirah’s mimicry tickles them and they all crackle

Even in darkness i can see light
At night there’s hope of morrow
Of life, of love and of might
In a vessel of friendship to row
Even in the ripples of storm
Love holds us on to the oars
Soaring to sure shore of morn
Of honour and feats and glories

Thanks for being there
With ♥ Aiasha, Boubo & Okirah

Ostar* Amakeze 2008©

Edited by
Emeka Amakeze B.A [Hons] Linguistics

♪AIASHA L'UCCELLO di CANTO ED il SUO FRIENDS♫
Automatically translated into Italian thanks to WorldLingo

♪AIASHA L'UCCELLO di CANTO ED il SUO FRIENDS♫

da dove vi levate in piedi, pensereste che Aiasha curvasse su un berg rincorrentesi del ghiaccio mentre canta. La sua voce melodious perfora la volta del cielo come quivering di un violino. Appare in lontananza, ovviamente emergendo chiaramente ad una vista ed ora giusti la trovate fuorisiete appoggiandosi a iete appoggiandosi a su Boubo.

Appoggi a su me
quando non siete forti,
io sarà il vostro amico che
li aiuterò a continuare
per esso sarò lungo,
finchè gli che vanno avere bisogno
di qualcuno di appoggiarsi a

su voi vedono Boubo grande, godo Aiasha, “esso così solennemente colpisce la mia anima dolce sul, magra del `su-trasportano sopra, sono lungo, appoggiarsi a su' ogni volta canto questa canzone dolce.

“Che è il alliteration ed il pun ed il alliteration interamente con Aiasha„ hanno detto Boubo.

Ringraziamenti per i complimenti. Indovino che l'artista deve essere un poet sentimental.

La canzone ancora ronza nella risonanza. “Ritengo sempre celestially uplifted ad esso ed all'io voli senza ale ogni momento conosco che si applica a noi perché siamo amici. „

Lo dubito Aiasha. Avete volato sempre sulle vostre ale. {Risa soffocate} bene, devo ringraziarlo per essere sempre là per me.

Siete un amico grande Boubo. Mi domando che vita potrebbe essere senza voi bambino.

Approvazione

di Boubo. Ragazzo del bambino di Boubo!

Bambino bello del birdie de Nizza. Potreste provare un assonance piccolo la volta prossima?

Assonace del lill' la volta prossima?

Ya, la volta prossima, qualunque momento, tempo di tempo. Ed ora è il tempo. Il mio padre usato per dire, quello l'inizio del domani è oggi ed il mio momma grasso dice, {muovendosi nell'ondeggiamento per imitarla}, “un punto alla volta, fa che cosa potete fare oggi e non dirlo mai non può farlo, a meno che abbiate provato a farli ed avete provato abbastanza bene.

“Alright lo sweetie„ che pensa meditatamente, “lo ha lasciato provare, ma e-m.-può notte graziosa del Ostar del recite di I. Vedete, il solesiete regolandosi iete regolandosi nello splendour ancora .....

compagno Na-Na-naaaa! Ostar glie l'ha fatto per là e si è eretto una statua qui. Quando facciamo qualunque possiamo fare abbastanza bene, erigiamo le nostre statue e viviamo memorably mai dopo. Potete farli giusto. Credi appena che possiate e non importa come poco. Che cosa è importante è come.

L'OH Boubo lo guidate pazzesco con le vostre parole di inspirational. Diami un hug grande, il cuore grande, uno sweetie basso-ve-lieee del biggie-huggie.

Aiasha slitta al petto del Boubo e lo abbraccia che il molto le sue barrette potrebbe andare.

Ritengo appena come rimanere qui per sempre, ci è un calore il più comeliest qui il mio caro!

Un colpo grande Aiasha, lo rendete jumpy da questa fattura e coo. Tuttavia gradisco l'ultima parte, “….come rimanere qui per sempre, ci è un calore il più comeliest qui il mio caro! A-L-L-I-T-RA-T-I-O-N!

L'OH il mio dio, realmente?

Yeah compagno!

Non lo ha conosciuto mai, bene, amerebbe farlo coscientemente utile.

Oops, coscientemente utile? Dove avete ottenuto quello?

Di destra dal dal miei cuore, esso gli anelli giusti e quello è come ritengo ottenente qualcosa fatta giustamente, voi sanno. Approvazione. Giudichi il vostro `dell'alito che esce coscientemente utile.

Approvazione. Alright tenuta di del `esso sopra.

Il cuore dolce profondo di sonno
di bliss e di pace stasera
guasta per i nostri lavori è resto
lavorare alle albe di morn nell'OH

più blest il mio dio, OH il mio dio che ha rotolato appena. Non può crederlo. Boubo fatto! Aiasha sollevato soddisfacentemente.

Conoscete che cosa!

Che cosa?

Siete ingenious e li scommetto, voi appena ho registrato un monumento poetic e che cosa è il titolo?

Il E-m, lo ha lasciato Nightie del Nightie di seee…. Na! È buona notte. Preferisco la buona notte al Nightie del Nightie. È buona notte Boubo, esso è buona notte. È approvazione di buona notte.

Ormai la nerezza ha disceso nightly su terra. Ogni creatura è andato dentro tranne quelle nocturnal che avessero svegliato appena per camminare o lavoro. Di nerezza i colloqui ora:

Hey Aiasha, che cosa era che avete detto siete il titolo del Nightie del Nightie? Ha offuscato l'elefante sleepy.

Mi non dica che somnambulating mentre reciting, Boubo. È buona notte Boubo!

Sweetie di ringraziamenti. Buona notte ugualmente Aiasha. Ti amo.

Con un crollo delicato, Boubo crolla nello slumber.

Hey l'arresto di Boubo, arresto, lo arresta. Non ho significato la buona notte, io ho significato la buona notte. Non dorma appena, ma rimanga su un piccolo mentre. il eeem, {osservante al cielo dorato moonlit} fa il gioco del cielo, come il conteggio delle stelle, inseguenti la luna, orrrrr ..... giusto. Boubo desidera dormire. Shssssssssss! Lasciato qualcuno non svegliarlo in su. Sonno giusto di Boubo. Approvazione di Boubo di sonno. Gli canterò un lullaby ai sogni dolci di sogno. Ti amo ugualmente Boubo, benchè desiderassi eravate svegli con me, ma la buona notte con la buona notte.

il cuore dolce

profondo di sonno del ♪GOOD NIGHT♫
di bliss e di pace stasera
guasta dei nostri lavori è resto
finchè le albe di morn in più blest

il suono melodious del serene conduce lungamente sottile come palette Aiasha di sonno via ugualmente ad un mondo meraviglioso dei sogni. Presto la mattina si romperà con i germogli beauteous dei fiori che spiegano. I fogli che glistening al tocco della mattina tenera espongono al sole sorridere sulle loro rugiada-gocce. Le fragranze dolci mescolareano con la brezza delicata come esso pettina gli alberi ed i loro boughs. La resa di mattina degli uccelli' choirs echeggiare la bellezza di vita come .....

L'OH il mio dio e la buona mattina il mio buon dio… come Aiasha sveglia.

È mattina?

Yeah, svegli e veda tutte le cose luminose e belle!

Tutte le cose sono luminose e belle, bisbigli Boubo. “Aiasha, Aiasha….

Sguardo del bambino

di Ya me negli occhi

bene. Là il mio gooooo che degli occhi

non desidero rammaricarmi mai mai gli ho detto. Tutte le cose sono luminose e belle a me perché siete il mio amico. Siete stati così belli e preoccupandoti. Ti amo Aiasha.

Aiasha clasps le sue barrette sopra la sua cassa e piange allegro. Lei occhi chiusi come chiede.

Perchè lo amate Boubo?

perché siete Aiasha.

L'OH il mio dio! Bisbigli Aiasha. Siete la cosa migliore Boubo che sia accaduto mai nella mia vita. Siete il mio angelo Boubo. Ringrazio il dio che siamo amici e Boubo tutte le cose è oggi luminoso e bello e sempre perché siete sempre là per me. Ti amo Boubo.

Siete sweetie il più altamente benvenuto. È il tempo di mattina ed otteniamo di nuovo a lavoro. Il Grandpa dice che svegliate con il morn, lavorate con il sole ed allora vi riposate con la luna.

L'OH il mio dio che rotola. Scommettevo che esso. Appena come quello: con il morn, con il sole, con la luna. Realmente rotola Boubo.

Grazie. Quello era il mio grandee. Così, facciamo che cosa dovremmo fare.

Riparo?

Riparo!

E che cosa è il concetto Aiasha?

Diligence all'estremità!

Viene la o sopra!

Agitano le mani ed i piedini in un senso e in un bombom i più stylish anche. Aiasha cade headlong, ride di soppiatto e si leva in piedi all'applauso di lei le mani. Allora, hanno precisato per lavorare. Boubo tira alcuni ceppi di legno e comincia a riparare una capanna. Aiasha riunisce le canne ed i fogli per fare un nido. Diligence! E dutifully funzionano e funzionano. Aiasha che funziona abilmente e come suo nido prende scrupoloso una L altamente net-worked figura. Boubo ronza indistinctly. Aiasha piacevole con il suo lavoro fa scorrere dentro e fuori e dentro e fuori ancora. La capanna del Boubo è aspetta anche. Terre di Aiasha.

Ché struttura monumental avete ottenuto qui a Boubo!

Amperora?

L'OH il mio dio, è stupefacente!

Bene, apprezzo, ma li scommetto Aiasha. La vostra capanna…. Attenda un minuto. Significo che il vostro nido è un artifice fantastico. Non può contribuire a staring esso.

Ringraziamenti Boubo.

Ringraziamenti ugualmente Aiasha.

Aiasha salta sulla faccia del Boubo e lo abbraccia. Nel frattempo ai precedenti, sembra essere quello, `là è fuoco sulla montagna' per tutto è sul funzionamento! Ogni le ale ed i piedini sono rinforzanti o costruenti un riparo contro la nube tenebrosa incinta pesante, ma il Tortoise ed i suoi kinsmen.

“Di Hai i compagni shelly, ditta giusta della stretta le vostre coperture ed ignorano le nubi gridare. Non possiamo cringe bene. Se si sommerge finalmente e navigate, ad esempio ha-ll-ooooo alle nostre famiglie di Tortleton laddove; ma qualunque, gli lasciano il dado di speranza non prima che moriate. Lavorare ad allora, vada circa il vostro commercio anormale, benchè ogni controllo sia sotto l'allarme, ma qualunque accade mai, che è il destino„.

Così e così accade come precipitare di Okirah dentro in fretta nelle piume iridescent di abbagliamento.

Hey hey hey Juliet! Abbastanza di quel kissie del kissie e venuti qui e lo aiutano a riparare qualcosa!

Aiasha e Boubo si confondono al rudeness ed alla mancanza del Okirah di cortesia. Si leva in piedi in alto nell'orgoglio su un ramo Aiasha attendente dell'albero per venire sopra.

Em, il buon giorno Okirah e come fate? Boubo detto courteously.

Amperora! Qualche cosa ha parlato ora? Okirah ha detto contemptibly, visualizzando le sue piume più colourful.

L'OH il mio dio! `Boubo spiacente. Non si occupi di mai, io lo depositerà giusto.

Depositi il mio piede, voi creature insignificanti amore-impressionanti! voi o non aiutarlo riparano un nido Aiasha?

Boubo aumenta furiously e marche per l'albero su cui Okirah perches. Aiasha attacca i suoi piedini appiccicosi sulla terra ed incunea la parte posteriore di Boubo. I suoi piedini che rendono un solco parallelo di andata.

Hey arresto di Boubo esso Boubo. Arresto di Boubo. Okirah non è degno il sudore! Aiasha supplica. Prego `spiacente, `spiacente e `così spiacente.

A questo, Aiasha si rompe in su, lo appende in su e si siede sul piede del Boubo per piangere. Boubo ora smette di consolare il suo

`ugualmente Aiasha spiacente. Non ho significato danneggiarlo sweetie

Sweeeee ..... che cosa? Schiocchi Okirah.

È il cuore dolce giusto. L'approvazione lo fa appena come lo desiderate; concede Boubo.

Caro compagno Boubo dell'OH! I ringraziamenti, ma quello sono Shakespeare. No, William, “come voi lo gradisce„. Alright. Ringraziamenti poichè lo desidererei. Okirah giusto, sto venendo sopra immediatamente senza mie rotture ancora.

Con o senza qualunque, io non si preoccupano. Chirrups di Okirah, preening.

Così dolce sass. Bisbigli Boubo disapprovingly.

Okirah giusto, lo ha lasciato vede le vostri canne e fogli, Aiasha richiede con le rotture.

Canne ed erbacce? Spiacente sono venuto con nessun e come la sfida voi pensa io trasporterei tale dung avanti!

spiacenti….

Spiacente il mio piede ed usa il vostro roba. Okirah spezza

l'OH il mio dio….

Aiasha è al bordo di gettare nella spugna. I suoi throbs del cuore. Il cuore del Aiasha sta rompendosi. In un jiffy un testo espone a flash su lei da uno dei literatures che ha letto, “…. ignorare e disprezzare una ferita o un calumny sono un rimedio molto più effectual che il rancore, il combattimento e la vendetta.„ Così ha precisato coscientemente GRASSETTO utile e dutifully e decisivamente rivelare i tagli, i giunti ed i colpi di un nido perfetto.

Dopo sarà la bobina e basketing. Ed allo stesso tempo voi orso il L-concetto coscientemente utile nella vostra mente come lavorate a maglia….

Così che cosa è il concetto pazzesco? Domande Okirah uninterestedly

…. In modo che una volta legato strettamente ed appeso inversamente, nè vento nè sunder della latta della tempesta il vostro slumber o saunter.

L'attesa, attend-attend-attende, risparmi il vostro alito. Stretta giusta esso là, `fatto con esso. Lo hanno imparato, che lo hanno imparato e che hanno imparato che più di voi fa. Mano così giusta esso sopra a me, `andato. Splutters Okirah irritably ed il più con indignazione.

Tutto l'istante, Boubo curva verso il basso moping verso l'alto al dramma dell'albero.

Ché bestia bella piccola! Pensa silenziosamente Boubo

A poco di più, Okirah per favore. Ti amo Okirah, poco un più della lezione privata sul basketing per favore. Non li desidererei essere spenti e fuori nel vento o nella pioggia, i bassa….

Ami il mio piede Aiasha. Pensate il `che sono quello a buon mercato eh? Soggiorno libero da me e…. Bene, bene, bene ringraziamenti per niente comunque. Naturalmente potrei fare appena questo in un colpo diritto in modo da non gonfio la vostra testa che aveste fatto qualche cosa di approvazione lodabile. Okirah si vanta.

Braggadocio! Bisbigli Boubo.

Okirah I non significa…. Significo che avete ottenuto appena un'arma qui. È suicidal pensare che abbiate ottenuto un nido. Quello è Okirah metà-cotto. Una poco più pazienza prego, almeno facciamo una L corta di esso.

Contilo da esso. E se state pensando a mantenerlo in questo posto puzzante affatto più lungamente, dimentichilo!

Con questo Okirah veers fuori di e sparito nell'aria spessa del cielo nuvoloso scuro di barilatura.

L'OH il mio dio, OH il mio dio, Boubo Okirah andato, è andato, O cara lei ha fatto ugualmente„ si addolora Aiasha.

“Che è affrettato è in pericolo di inciampare e di danneggiare mumbles Boubo del suo piede„ mentre ancora guarda pityingly l'ombra del Okirah nell'aria.

Quello è proverbio del Solomon, ma caro il mio cuore così è rotto. Perchè me, perchè me Boubo. È così bella e se soltanto fosse inoltre amiable, passerebbe per un goddess benigno„. Sogni Aiasha.

Che cosa è `' Aiasha amiable?

Sta essendo cheerful ed amichevole e good-natured e good-humoured appena come voi Boubo. Essere giusto piacevoli, sapete.

Siete detto giusto esso Aiasha. Ritengo notevolmente adulato!

Nessun compagno, siete stati più un amico che le parole potrebbero dire, un compagno congenial.

E girandoti verso dove vi levate in piedi come se parlando voi dica,

vedete il caro compagno dell'OH, Boubo non direbbe no a Aiasha se Aiasha tende ad essere stupido e Boubo dà a Aiasha un hug grande del huggie dello sweetie se Aiasha fa bene una cosa!

Oltre a Aiasha lo incita di più per credere in me, quello che posso fare e non quello non posso, quel `sono forte e non debole, quel `sono brainy e non un dunce, che sono bello e non ugly. Soprattutto dice che tre elementi costituiscono la parola, amicizia del `'. L'estremità centrale del `' come virtù è l'più importante e merita la definizione dall'insieme di out. Quando l'estremità è buona, noi latta tramite l'ultima nave' vela del `sicuro con l'albero di faithfulness sincero sopra le tempeste del primo Frailty del `' ad un companionship congenial. Vedete, ancora ponder su questi wonders mentre il waddle di i e vaga dove e come il mio Aiasha caro ha ottenuto questi .....

Boubo ancora sta comunicando con voi quando Aiasha grida a lui.

Boubo, guarda il vostro baaa-ck!

La mia parte posteriore? Gira timore-impressionante.

Na. il vostro tronco Boubo. Recedi al vostro riparo. La tempesta è venuta! Aiasha quivered.

Scurry alla sicurezza dei loro ripari come le pioggie hanno lasciato liberamente in torrenti ed in palline di ghiaccio-goccia. Tuona stanno tamburellando all'interno dei wombs delle nubi, tossenti spesso fuori le scintille ardente come le sfere del cannone. Il lampo brandishes i colpi dei flash hither e del yon. I venti sono svegliati da slumber e nell'irritazione scopano tutto che possano porre le mani sopra in una raffica furious!

È una tempesta Aiasha. Tenga il forte e sia forte! Trombe Boubo.

Boubo giusto. Sia forte ugualmente e non salti della vostra pelle. Errr- e sa che Shakespeare ha scritto la tempesta. Indovino che è il secondo all'ultimo dei suoi giochi.

Yoh Aiasha. Ponder e mi domando se qualcuno in qualche luogo ora sta scrivendo su questo.

Forse una forza di wanderer lo fa. Aiasha suggerisce

o un cacciatore dice Boubo.

Ridono mentre la nerezza piovosa si ispessisce. Ora è lontano nella notte. You can hear Boubo snoring away peacefully, but Aiasha is not sleeping. Aiasha is crying and praying.

Oh my good God please keep Okirah safe wherever the storm buffets her. May she neither be strangled nor drowned. Oh my dear God i love Okirah. She’s so beautiful and queenly, just a little rude, but i believe she will grow out of it. Can’t hate her please save Okirah oh darling God. I know you’ve got to save her because you’ve got to save her because you’ve got the whole world in your hands. Promise me you will, just a little more promise….

Turning to Boubo

Hey Boubo are you there? Are you there, are you….? Em, do you remember where it says, “Be still and know that I am God?” do you Boubo? Dooo, or are you stilled already? Oh Boubo is stilled already because he lies down and sleep comes at once. Aiasha too shall be stilled for God of the birds will save Okirah. Hey, everyone I’ve got it. Is Psalm 46. A whole of it, a whole of lot of it and verse ten says it all! Wait; did I say God of the birds? Yeah, i did and it makes a lot of sense, though he’s also God of Boubo and you, you know what i mean. Eehm, let me put it into a kind of song in dedication to my dear Okirah.

♪GOD OF THE BIRDS♫

I see the trees in sways
In dance of the stormy winds
As noon shuts her smiles
At the claps of the thunders
While the lightning flashes and snaps
The dark crying crawling clouds
The birds holding close their feathers
As their wobbling fluttering nests
Toggled against the tempests
But you little fledging birds
Burn up all the bridges
For God of the beautiful birds
Would the winds ‘neath your wings
When it is o’er with the storms

♥with love, Aiasha

A ghostly dawn succeeds the ghastly night. Wearied of her mournful vigil, Aiasha sleeps of deep still. Floods surging in surfeit and wrecking whatever its razing tongues could lash. Some homeless creatures either hold some standing trees tenaciously or float on logs of woods upon waters. However, floating resignedly upon waters too are Kwubenki, the elder spokesman of the Tortoiton family and few others. Close to him is Mbekwu, ramshackled like an out-done boxer with bumps all over his heads.

Eehm, who there you are, or are you not Mbekwu? Queries Kwubenki drolly.

Wwwwe-ll, i was Mbekwu, but now call me either without ‘m’ or ‘kwu’ preferably without the latter, because the metamorphosis is strictly sinister. He bemoans.

Hey, boy what has come over you? Is that a fit of temper or what? What’s up shelly buddy?

My head! Pointing at the protruded bumps saying, “That’s what’s up boss.”

That’s silly as a wheel boy. Let’s first try to get out of this mess first.

Not at all; not as silly as that boss. Remember that, ‘whatever ever happens, that’s the destiny’, so lets stay till whatever completely happens on us Kwubenki.

Fears grapple the rest at this pessimism and they gawk.

No no no! It has of course dawned on me that Kwubenki makes no meaning again. Though that was my native name, but do spare your breath next time and call me only ‘Kwu.’ Ok. The other suffix is been knocked off too. Gone to the seas!

A haa-awhoo-awhaaa…. Laugh-coughs Mbekwu, holding his etching shell together.

Wait a minute buddy. That’s not all. This is not destiny buddy. It was misleading of me, and gullible of you and us. Just the boomerang buddy and you can put the blame on me buddies.

Yoh boss! Yo yo, i like the last part of your funeral speech. That’s Akon you know, that’s him niggar. That’s the vibes, ‘you can put the blame on me.’ as we die.

I do boy, i do know but let not hope die in you before you die. Don’t you remember or is your brain been knocked off too.

Reverberating instrumentally behind the scene is You Can Put the Blame on Me. Then, unfolding gradually, is the panorama of the wreckage. Ok. Hold your breath because I know what or who your mind is searching for. OKIRAH!

Of course here i am squatting in squalor, be-dra-g-g-l-e-d beyond recognition. Look at me and see if there’s still any Okirah in me. No. nothing! So you may address me therefore as i am now. Irah, Irah! Very much close to ‘irascible’ because that’s what i am. Annoying! An annoying ugly thing, that’s me or don’t i annoy you? Well, I know i do. So remove the first two letters from my name for nothing is ok again with me. Besides, I can’t shout HELP! Somebody h-e-l-p!! Because ‘am annoying.

Like the whispers of a hungry cave, Okirah’s voice echoes in Aiasha’s wearied dream land, ‘HELP! Somebody h-e-l-p!!’ and she starts and pants and scurries off her nest.

‘HELP! Somebody h-e-l-p!!’ certainly no body is somebody but meeeee. So wait Okirah, Aiasha is woken up from thousand slumbers by your voice. Hang on Okirah and don’t hang up ok! Hey, let some other somebody tell Boubo ‘am not shutting him out. Out-out-out in the cold, but will be back. Back-back-back to Bouboooo. Wait a minute that sounds a kind of song. Let’s seeeee- doo reee miiii faaaa-aaalacious! And that means out of place because someone is somewhere right away not singing, and someone has got to put some songs in her, and that’s me. ‘Am the someone and a little help makes the difference. That’s the way of the Lil’Smile buddy. Sparing some seconds starting someone smiling!

At the background, rescue mission is on. All Animalitarian Societies are ‘all hands on deck. Constructions, renovations, rehabilitations are all on at the same time. The sun peeps through the wetted clouds, shivering over the ruins. And like a stage light, it casts prominent rays on Okirah! Aiasha runs by.

Hey! Hi buddy there’s something Okirah about you. Are you or are you not Okirah, Okirah?

It might have been. ‘Am a loser!

Na! Far from it buddy. Losers don’t breathe. Besides, the sun is coming out to burn away the cold and to dry our tears.

Whose cold and tears? Nothing about it is ours, but all mine. Never mind, ‘am breathing my last and don’t care about the sun either.

Is all ours buddy. When one of us is in pain, all of us are in pains. And i do care about you. I love you and i mean it when I say i do.

Tears stream down Okirah’s cheeks.

I was always either too busy for you or too proud because i have beautiful feathers and can fly higher….

Oh my God, Okirah stop, stop, stop, s-t-o-p Okirah!

….but never knew you have a most simple, sincere and scintillating soul! And above all, you have love.

You kill me Okirah. Lean on me first, let me take you home.

Like a soft rising sun, the music Lean on Me reverberates as Aiasha makes to give Okirah a helping hand. Okirah for the first time turns to you with eyes dilating.

Would you rather i did?

Hey buddy. Piggie backie, piggy Okirah lets whoosh.

Okirah still stands bemused when Aiasha scoops her up and off they zoom beneath the tree upon which Aiasha pitches her nest. Boubo watches the oncoming marathon astonishedly.

Hei-hei-hei, hey buddy what’s after you? What has come over you? Or is this an Aiasha-Run-Round sort of game?

Don’t be silly Boubo. It’s Okirah. It’s Okirah that’s over me and not any of your grotesque questions. I’ve got to fix her first, first!

Boubo is at once hurt and his glowing spirit droops. He rises to go.

Oh my God, Boubo! Boubo please don’t walk away. Don’t go please. Good bye isn’t really good when tears fall like rain. Boubo please do stay, for i can’t be Aiasha again if you’re gone.

And when the rain falls and causes floods, someone’s got to be be-dra-ggled! Okirah allergically drooled.

Boubo still walks slowly away.

Boubo tomorrow dies when you walk away and today’s but a gloomy day. I hurt you, and ‘am so sorry. Wouldn’t mean to shout on you, i was only on edge and i….

I was the stinker! Okirah cuts in again droopingly.

Oh my God, Okirah stop please. Boubo I didn’t mean to hurt you. Please stay and tell me you’ve forgiven me, ‘am sorry please….

And he who is hasty is in danger of tumbling his tusks and hoaxing his trumpets. Okirah drools.

Aiasha extends her hands in a miserable gesture, tears trickling and waiting on Boubo to turn back. Suspensefully, Boubo steers around.

Sweetie ‘am so sorry if i have saddened your heart. Friends are forever and i wouldn’t ever turn my back on you again.

I wondered who could’ve been able to pull you out if you fell into the flood as Aiasha did on me. Okirah taunts.

Ignoring Okirah’s post traumatic silly utterances

I believe you Boubo, and if no other one does in the whole wide world, i Aiasha do. I will always stand by you chivalrously as a friend as we walk side by side.

Oh Aiasha, you drive me crazy with your words. Give me a big hug, big heart, a lo-ve-lieee biggie huggie, sweetie.

Ha! I got it. Those are my words. Buddy Boubo and a….

Oh yeah, and a kiss! Okirah pre-empts.

The sun now smiles gracefully, glistening over fields and plains in a bridal brilliance. Birds singing in an orchestrated formation while beautiful butterflies dangle and hover over beauteous flowers. Younger buds peep at their fairy wings, giggling and pushing to blow. The cloud is dry now and crispy in a splendid azure template. And down, down, down, trees, the big no less than the small sway in dance as Aiasha and Boubo titivate and preen Okirah to shine again in sheen! Boubo showers water on Okirah while Aiasha basks too as she washes her. Okirah skips around, gulps water involuntarily and makes off. Boubo fires a small ball of water and shoots her down.

Be-dra-g-g-l-e-d!! Aiasha teases.

Be-dra….Okirah gulps another bout of water and rotates her eyes like a frightened ugly owl

Oh my God. Somebody’s scary! Aiasha pricks.

God my oh! Not more than Boubo’s jumbo park of dung. Okirah cackles pointing at its heap.

Boubo fires more water balls at Okirah. She picks up and dodges craftily till she lands into the dunghill!

Oh my God Boubo! Aiasha faints.

Be-drrrrrrrrrrrrrra-ggled, brrrrrrrrra-gga-do-cio! Okirah simmers in the paste as she splatters the shit all over.

Boubo takes off but stumbles over Aiasha’s foot. Aiasha wakes.

Oh my God, have i missed a thing?

‘Too close a bowling.’ Boubo pants

Okirah emerges in all ridicule. She ‘bla bla bla’ and shouts triumphantly

Wheee! Winners don’t quit and quitters don’t win. Quitters are losers and losers don’t breathe. I breathe. Therefore ‘am not a loser.

Interesting! Mumbles Boubo

Could make up a soulful song, i bet you Boubo

Song? Okirah asks with surprise

Song! Yeah come on buddies, hands in hands, shoulders to shoulders. Though we don’t have our dancing shoes ready, but our dancing steps are providentially with us. So….

So first things first Aiasha. Boubo harks back.

O dear, I almost got it so wrong there. Yeah, first things first. So O….

Kirah is first! Don’t you see it? ‘Am the first, ‘am the winner, ‘am scary or not. I scared off someone’s breath and it was a knock out. I bawled the biggest ball ever with Boubo. That was on the hit too and I errrr of course made a dunk of myself in a basket of dung. It was all me and now, ‘am first again. First on em….? What ‘am i not saying, on em…..em?

On the need that cleanliness is next to godliness. Aiasha garnishes.

Oh godliness? Sheepishes Okirah.

Oh yeah and we will help. The waters are on the way Aiasha, so keep your hands on the plough.

On the plough? No, on the plume. Come then o waters on me and make me washed like the clouds where you come!

Seriously poetic, but not from the skies now. Watch out Okirah. Here it comes! Boubo’s spewing fires of waters.

Fires of waw….

And the water catches up with Okirah’s loquacity. Aiasha washes and cleanses her till she comes anew. Latter, Boubo gathers some sticks and makes a little fire and they set Okirah close to it.

Washing and setting? Okirah broods

Yap yap! Chirrups Aiasha

But why do you Boubo bother about me too?

Because the friends of our friends are our friends

And when one of us is sick, the rest of us are sick. Aiasha twitters

What of when there are fires in the eyes? Okirah muses

Whose eyes?

In your eyes. In both of your beady eyes. I can see fires in your eyes. Besides I can see me too by the fires. Then what of me?

Ooooh, there we go! We sit right there in your eyes by our little fire.

Aiasha turns round and round as would a beautiful maiden in a pretty gown before a mirror, and says

Hello me and Boubo in Okirah’s eyes why do you turn around too and says hello, ‘me and Boubo in Okirah’s eyes?

Really?

Really! Boubo assures

Why is it so? Why do i see me in your eyes and you see yourselves in my eyes?

It’s because of Ifunanya. Aiasha says

What’s Iphiyana?

O dear not Ifya or whatever. It’s Ifunanya. It’s a native of Africa, Igbo precisely and literally means ‘to be seen’. It however means love properly.

You see to love someone, one sees another first, beholds that charming qualities in him or her, cherishes them in the heart whereof love comes. Boubo concludes.

And this is why we see ourselves in the eyes of every fellow that we may love all in charity in view of every virtue; and if someone doesn’t mind let’s run around our fire and celebrate our friendship with a song.

So what’s the title of the song, Aiasha?

Fires of Ifunanya! Okirah chirps

Hurray it’s dancing time, so let’s rock and roll it!!!

♫ FIRES OF IFUNANYA ♥♪

Like tongues of fires
Hands-in- hands as friends
We whirl round and round and round
In gust like the wind

Shake and shake your tail
And shake off the frail
We might though march our toes
With our dancing shoes

But it does not hurt
When there’s love in the heart
Oh my God and O my dear
Thanks always for being there

In making me live
By showing some love
Here we see us in our eyes
Whirling round Ifunanaya’s Fires

Ifunanya makes our burden light
Ifunanya makes all bright
Ifunanya bears no wrongs
And makes us fly without wings

I might be worthless to some other one
But in my true friends I’ve won
A comely pride of place
In a graceful love and grace

Health and wealth don’t measure
Nor class and beauty sure
All you’ve got is nothing
If your heart is not loving

Oh sweet Ifunanya
Thanks for your Ifunanya
And let the fires burn
And keep on the run

Ifunanya makes flower blossom
At a touch on every bosom
Ifunanya makes life full
Ifunanya makes life beautiful

Thanks for being here
Because you care
Have you felt the heat?
Let’s rock, roll and rock it

Instrumental

Move-roll-roll Boubo
Move-roll-move jumbo
Rock-roll-rock Aiasha
Rock-roll-rock Okirah
O-o-o roll it
Awh, control it
Shake your body
Tubby buddy
Let the fires burn
And keep on the run
If you feel the heat
Roll to the beat
Till sweet sleep
Lures to the deep

Really, they are rocking and rolling it! But the gust and the vigour diminish as earth draws close it curtains of darkness gradually. By now too, the dancing steps come at variance with the dance tune. Boubo is a dancer to watch. He rocks in and out the track, drowsily and dangerously he steers.

Watch it Boubo. Aiasha cautions.

Ya. I watch it!

You watch what, but what do you do and where do go? Alarms Okirah

Nothing. No where. ‘Am only rolling it here as the band rolls.

But we say you control it!

Ya, I control and roll and rock at the same time.

….drowsily and dangerously he steers towards an edge and would crash land at some further steps. Aiasha overtakes him to peep beyond.

Oh my God! She shouts

What’s down Aiasha? Okirah inquires

Rolling off a cliff upon monstrous rocks!!!

Em, well’em, I guess is all rocking.

Stop kidding Okirah! Pull Boubo back by the tail. ‘Am pushing ahead….I mean pushing back by the head. Pushing back, backing push, backing off and backing on.

Ok. All hands on Boubo babe! ‘Am watching my back, but back me up Aiasha.

Alright Okirah, let’s moooove!

‘Am moving- ‘am rolling it. Boubo snores. Virtually enjoying the swing, Aiasha and Okirah pant heavily. Boubo still sways indefinitely to the band. Boubo is heavy and Boubo might not move so long as the band rolls.

Are we or not rocking it? Boubo revels.

That’s the symptom. I bet you everybody. It’s acute somnambulism. I guess it is infectious because I don’t know who’s the somebody pushing me too. Okirah blabbers from bewitchery of sleep.

Stop Okirah and don’t look back when you lay your hands on the Boubo.

Or on the plough? Well, Boubo’s much more a plough now than ever. Whispers Okirah.

Hey. Stop it. You don’t whisper a point when you’ve got one. You assert it ok. And is high time the music stopped. The day is far spent and the night is come to our rest.

Turning to you, still pushing Boubo and panting, she nods in an anticipated affirmation as she asks, ‘Isn’t it true eh? Isn’t it not true buddy? It is t-r-u-e! That’s what ‘am saying pal. Thanks for your perseverance, your affable presence, patience and most congenial companionship thus far. You’re faithful. Thanks too for being there for us. You’re fan-ta-taa-tastic! And turning to the band….meanwhile here is no match to your imagination, not even in its wildest ratiocination! Could you have known that it has been a live band and that the Tortoitons and Tortletons are well represented; if the stage lights are not driven on the background? Mbeku conducts. Kwubenki kicks and dances seriously in the limelight till he lately notices your eyes are fixed on him.

Ah zum zum zum, peew-pawrrr. I got no dance again. He recoils shyly as he drums on his belly pum pum.

Hey! That’s ocules serventes buddy! Yeah, it means serving the eyes, but you shouldn’t….

Yap! You don’t whisper a point when you’ve got one. So, do the dancing the best you can. Okirah cuts Aiasha short.

Of course, do-do-do-dooo whatever you do well, but at the right time most importantly.

And what are we saying Aiasha?

That the spoils of our toil is rest. So let’s give the world a moment of peace and a respite to our body and soul.

Good night everybody till the morn dawns in blest.

So the light begins to dwindle, casting out the gloomy faces of the wearied band crew. Some drunk with sleep drop at spots. Some ridiculously recline on their instruments. A monkey drops her tambourine; sleep-walks to a standing microphone and sleeps off. Dramatically the light fades off with the crashing of the monkey as the pole tinkers away on the stage. The night is dark, but its darkness is graceful. So peace flows like a cave. And like the clinking of fallen icicles from the cave top, Boubo’s voice ruptures the serenity.

Errr, where’s the band?
Rolled off!
And the rest?
Gone to sleep
And you?
Standing by you
Aiasha?
Yeah buddy Boubo
Okirah?
Oh my God sweetie sweetie!

Okirah’s mimicry tickles them and they all crackle

Even in darkness i can see light
At night there’s hope of morrow
Of life, of love and of might
In a vessel of friendship to row
Even in the ripples of storm
Love holds us on to the oars
Soaring to sure shore of morn
Of honour and feats and glories

Thanks for being there
With ♥ Aiasha, Boubo & Okirah

Ostar* Amakeze 2008©

Edited by
Emeka Amakeze B.A [Hons] Linguistics