Tee's Musings

copied from unsplash.com Augusta came knocking yesterday.  Although there was nothing strange about her visit for she is a regular guest in my room but yesterday was different... Her signature smile was in place as I opened my door to her... but deep in her big beautiful black eyes was a sadness I had never seen in the always bubbling Augusta. Augusta is one of the gifts the township gave me... I noticed her eyes immediately... even before she spoke a word. They were a beautiful contrast with the sad ones that accompanied me from the village. She had the kind of eyes that always seem to smile in a way that says ‘I know a secret no one else knows’. It draws everyone to her... just like it drew me.  She and her kind mother had helped me arrange the little room I was to live in when I had first moved to the township many moons ago. That evening, after we were done arranging, Mama Augusta left to make the night’s meal but Augusta stayed, insisting she would play wi...

*Image by Yukari via https://unsplash.com* ................................ Mama Augusta returned last Saturday, but I have still not visited. Although my curiosity over the last few weeks since I first heard had not died, a part of me wondered if her choice for Agatha was any of my business. So, since she returned, I have struggled with two traits… my innate curious trait and my self-taught trait to mind my own business.

My daddy is a great story teller, and I’m the child who inherited that gift.

*Image by Yukari  via https://unsplash.com* Today has not been a good day… but it could have been if I had stayed home. I had gone to visit Mama Augusta earlier... It's been weeks I have visited since the birth of her daughter, Agatha…But she was not home. Papa Augusta said she has taken Agatha to the village yesterday. I wondered if it was not a little too early to travel with a newborn and I asked him same. He said it was a necessary journey…that they needed to circumcise her early enough.

*Image by Luka Vovk via https://unsplash.com* ……………………… In the weeks following Màmá’s visit, Adéòtí didn’t change his mind about getting his own place in town. He still speaks of a future that is vague and full of castles...the kind that can only be built in the air.