It’s around nine forty five in the pm, darkness is engulfing the village skies,
We are spending our night here with our grandfather, Mr. Ngumbau,
With my two favourite cousins, we are determined not to ruin his mood before he narrates to us one of his ancient stories,
The fire is burning vehemently, as golden sparks greet the land in a blissful manner,

He clears off his throat three times to incorporate his dying voice to life,
We are eager to listen to today’s episode, all eyes and ears open to receive his live broadcast,
He started, with his lips shivering, “Greetings my lovely grandchildren, today I’m going to tell you one of the greatest stories that impacted my life.

He continued “…When i was young like you in my early twenties, the world was in a deadly mess,
There was wars everywhere, The second world war intensified day after day,
So since we were living in the outskirts of Chyullu hills, the German soldiers came to seek youthful African men to ripen their battle skills,
Due to my mascular physicality then, i was the first one to be chosen, we used Kisula caves as our hideout during the night,”

“But since i grew up hunting dik-diks, antelopes and, kudus along the hills, i had the escape plan in my fingernails,
I waited until midnight, hanged my rifle across my shoulder and silently slipped towards the south,
I treaded for more than fifty kilometres heading back home, i could gear gunshots fading away,
When i arrived at my home the next day, “your grandmother was so delighted, she slaughtered a lamb for me.”

Rest In Paradise Grandpa, Our Great Warrior 👮🏽