Saturday, October 31, 2015

Did racism play a role in the South Carolina School saga?



I have heard two sides of the arguments. Some believe that it was racism that made the police officer to act the way he did, but others don’t believe it played a role. I am conscious that most of you must have seen or heard the incident. I will not belabor what is in the news already. There is no question that the officer used excessive force. Since he is being sued by at least two people, it portrays a habit that has been condoned by the school and administrators. Therefore, the Spring Valley High School itself should be held accountable too. In my opinion, racism did not play a role, and I will tell you why.
I do agree with those who argue that simply because he is dating a black woman does not mean that he is not racist since slave owners had black women too. At that time, love becomes a business rather than a covenant. It could be some form of symbiosis or commensalism. Consequently, I doubt that race played a role in this case since the teacher and administrator who summoned the white officer were black. They called for the white police officer to eject the unruly student. There is no way a teacher is going to teach with a child constantly using their phone in class. In addition, the teacher asked the student to step out, an administrator asked her to step out, and a police officer asked her to step out, but she refused to comply with any of the commands. Such behaviors should not be condoned. She is partly responsible for what happened to her. Had she obeyed the teacher or administrator, it would not have come to the extent where she had to be tossed around like some thrash. If you walk on a train track and you are killed by the train, you have to bear the blame for walking on the track, even though the train killed you. If a bus has 50 students going for an excursion, then they saw a man crossing the road gingerly. The bus driver honked and honked , but the man did not leave the road. The bus driver cannot do otherwise than hit the man because on both sides of the road are deep valleys. That was the situation of the teacher. The student had to be kicked out to save the other students. I heard the mayor say that such behaviors should not be criminalized. That is one occasion I really disagree; she should be prosecuted, else it will buoy the other students as it has been the tradition in that very school. however, her prosecution should not lead to any jail sentence. She should be sent to some reformation or clinic or church counseling. 
I read that there is disproportionate school discipline of black kids. That is true! I have experienced that myself. Perhaps it is because most schools are acting on assumptive bias and prejudice. Nonetheless, I believe that one would have to make that determination in individual cases. Just this week, I witnessed a strange situation. In 4 classes with each having two or less black students, the black students were the most disruptive and disrespectful. 

The other day Raven Symone said that the student should have left the class and people went berserk. Raven is right! Don't some of you see that you are ruining your own schools by condoning these poor behaviors? In good schools, students don't have cell phones in class. If your cell phone is seen, it is seized, but the bad schools feel that students need them to study better. Poor parents argue that their kids need the cell phones to stay in touch. Before the advent of cell phones, people still stayed in contact with their parents, so it is bunkum to argue that the child needs the cell phone to stay in touch with their parents. Don't these schools have phones? I have witnessed this in Georgia and in Arizona that Most schools with majority blacks or Hispanics are ruined. I have a great plan to solve this problem, but I will not share it here, less your experts steal it and start to parade it in theories they cannot even apply.
Notwithstanding, one reason why students misbehave is because teachers do not win the trust of their students, and America has made it difficult for them to do so. To teach someone well, you must first show great interest in them. You must throw caution and risks to the wind to achieve that feat; a feat I had.  The problem of America is not that they have bad teachers; they merely have bad parents and students. Parents need to be parents and stop this scapegoating! It is also not a secret that kids from homes with both parents are well behaved than those from single parents or no parents at all. If we rebuild back the family, we would solve half of the school behavior and performance issues. The society has emboldened these students. The other day, “A Florin High School student body slammed his principal during a lunch room fight Monday.”

However, the student should sue the police officer for malfeasance, the teacher for misfeasance, and administrator and school for nonfeasance. The police did his job poorly, the teacher passively sat there and watched as the kid was tossed across the room, and the school had failed to act despite the numerous reports against the violent nature of the officer. 

Until then, there is a way to gain the schools back; you should give me the opportunity. 

“Bonyfish beware because the same net that caught the jawless fish, caught the cartilaginous fish” (Hamilton Ayuk). Beware earthly paradise seekers because there is a serpent in every paradise"(Hamilton Ayuk). "If in this life only we have hope in Christ, we are of all men most miserable." (I Cor 15:19). "It is not how well you know a person; it is how well you treat them that they will live longer and happier with you." Hamilton Ayuk. Idle people write, idler people read, and idlest people read and whine that idle people are taking their time (Hamilton Ayuk).

Sunday, October 25, 2015

Ntenako: Chapter 7 . Junny Junny Oh Bam Bam


Mbintu’s trip to the city has been suspended due to the death of his uncle Tabe-ngwaih. He was surprised that every time he met people from other surrounding villages, they told him that they were all related. It was then that his father narrated a story to him why they were interrelated.
“My son,” He said! “A few years ago, there were just two kingdoms Njarekah and Njarekoh. They were separated merely by a river. Kids from both villages came to the river to swim. However, they always ended up fighting. Njarekah people thought that the river belonged to them while the Njarekoh villagers believed that the river was theirs. Both villages did their fishing, bathing, watering and even used it to wash their egusi there. That made the river so important to their daily survival.
As the kids kept fight, the antagonism increased. They were excited to come to the river just to fight. Through the many river fights, the children made friends and formed alliances. It was also a time for the young boys to show their manhood and win girls. As the bravery of the fights reverberated all through the week in school, young girls sang the names of those who did the fighting. Those whose names were sang the most became heroes in school. What may be a plaything to a child may end up causing the parents heartache.
The crescendo came when Njarekah kids teamed up and ambushed Njarekoh’s. They beat them up, broke their pails and wounded many. Njarekohs ran home and informed their parents.
Their parents did not like it, so they convened an ad hoc meeting. This resulted in a military invasion. They planned and took immediate revenge by invading Njarekah while they slept. They set their homes on fire, the market, the school and the churches. Njarekah’s men ran into the forest, leaving behind their women and kids. Njarekoh took their hostages, including their livestock.
A few days passed, so the Njarekah men came back to seek reconciliation. They sent negotiators who began talks with their western neighbors. They told them that they wanted them to simply make payments before they could liberate their kids and women. The livestock will not be given back. Njarekoh accepted and began fulfilling the terms. They fulfilled it and took everyone back home. However, there was one girl who was left there because she did not have anyone to pay for her.
The strong man who took her hostage made chains that he put on her legs and paraded her round the village as a circus animal, forced her to do things she did not like, just to satisfy people. Each time they took her out, there was a young man from Njarekoh who did not like the treatment and abuse, so he complained to the chief. The chief replied that she was a slave, so the strongman had the right to treat her any way he wanted. If Junny did not like it, he should pay her ransom.
Junny was poor, so he could not do it. He was not too strong too, so he could not fight for her liberation. Consequently, he consulted an oracle that advised him to go and shoot a stone into the river. If the stone touched the bed of the river, he will have a solution. Every evening with sunset, when the river was calmed, he went there and shot stones. He began doing it daily, but all his efforts were to no avail. When he was ready to give up, he had a dream where his defunct father visited him. He told him to put the stone on a rubber gun before shooting it. He put it and shot it. The stone went straight into the river and down the bed.
As the s pebble touched the bed, the river began to foam, there were drumming and smog coming out of the river. It was a strange sight that brought fear into his heart. He did not know whether he should run or stand, but he decided to stand. In the midst of the whirlpool, he heard a voice call out his name, “Junny, Junny, why do you wake up the ancestors? Junny with his knees knocking and quaking, stammered, and sweating, “Oh able parents, I have come to seek power to liberate a girl I love so much. She is held captive in my own village by my people.” The voice told him to take the water with his mouth and that until he reached and spat the water on the roof of the strong man’s house, he should say no word to anyone, whether kin or stranger.
As he walked home, people greeted him, but he stayed mum. Those who saw him with swollen jaws could not understand what happened to him. They thought that perhaps the Njarekah people have bewitched the river in revenge, so the news spread like wild fire. Everyone then told his friend and friends told their neighbors and neighbors told the first person they saw. Not knowing if his situation was contaminatory, they decided to run too into the forest. Junny walked to the home of the strong man and spat the water on top of the roof. As the water poured on the roof, there was a mini earthquake that took place. The chains on the girl’s legs were broken, the slave owner passed pout, and Junny went in and grabbed the girl as they began to run.
They ran, ran and ran. They reached a little tree by the corner of the road, and the girl leaned to catch her breath. As she held the tree with her left hand and placed her right arm on her back, she said to Junny, “Junny, Junny, please let me catch my breath.” As she let out large puffs of breaths. Junny came behind her and placed his hand on her shoulder, just a little bit towards her neck. At that moment, Souzia felt a special connection that flowed between her and Junny. She realized that it was meant to be as this was love that has brought them far. She began to sing to him,
Junny Junny oh bam bam
Oh my Junny bam bam
 You saved my life bam bam
You set me free bam bam
Junny junny Bam bam
Oh my junny bam bam
Junny took her by the arm and screamed, “let us go, let us go, we need to go far.”
As they ran and ran and ran, they came to an orchard. Souzia went and cut some more flowers. She leaned her back on Junny’s chest and gyrated her buttocks on his waist as she sang melancholically again,
(2X) Junny Junny oh bam bam
Oh My Junny bam bam
 You saved my life bam bam
You set me free bam bam
Junny Junny Bam bam
Oh my Junny bam bam
Junny oh Junny bam Bam,
Junny took her again by the hand, and they continued to run. They ran and went into a virgin forest. They perched there and began to rebuild their lives. One day, they had news from hunters that those two villages were going again to war. They realized that they could do something, so they devised a plan. Junny went back home to his people and joined the army. Souzia did the same thing, and they each led the army.
On the day of the war, they met at the river. Each group stood across the bridge facing each other with their weapons. Then Souzia shouted, Hip Hip hurray! Hip Hip hurray, and the people responded hurrayyyyyy!!! She screamed again, “Hip Hip Huraay, Hip Hip hurray and the people thunderously responded Hurray. They thought she was going to order them to attack, but she instead began to sing.
Junny Junny oh bam bam
Oh My Junny bam bam
 You saved my life bam bam
You set me free bam bam
Junny Junny Bam bam
Oh my Junny bam bam
Junny oh Junny bam Bam,
Oh My Junny bam bam
 You saved my life bam bam
You set me free bam bam
Junny junny Bam bam
Magically, the place went deadly quiet. They overheard Junny set his troops in action. He too went, Hip Hip hurray! Hip Hip hurray, and the people responded hurrayyyyyy!!! Everyone was ready to obey his orders as they waited for the attack signal. Then he moved forward, went up the bridge and began to sing,

Souzia Souzia bam bam
Oh My Souzia bam bam
 You are my lover bam bam
You make me happy Bam bam
Souzia Souzia Bam bam
Oh souzia my heart bam bam
Souzia Souzia bam Bam,
Oh My Souzia bam bam
You are my life bam bam
I love you dearly Bam bam
Souzia then leaned on Junny and began to sing again,
Junny Junny oh bam bam
Oh My Junny bam bam
 Kiss my neck bam bam
Kiss my forehead bam bam
Junny junny Bam bam
Oh my junny bam bam
Kiss my lips bam Bam,
Kiss my nose bam bam
As they sang and danced, the two armies stood in bemusement and watched the spectacle. At first, they were confused, but they later joined the two lovers, danced and made peace. They did not fight any war again. From that day, they made peace and began to intermarry. They built eight more villages that used the same river without shortage.
The human heart is capable of being bigger than any ethnic diversity, including skin color, but it all depends on humanity. This same river that was not enough for the two villages was now enough for 8 villages. My son that is why we are interrelated!” His father told him. Mbintu lived to appreciate that day for the lesson was surely going to help him, especially nowadays where the white people don’t like the black people, the black people don’t like the Hispanics and the Hispanics don’t like anybody. He needed it because if he was going to live in the city with different people, then he needed to deal with all kinds of people so that his world will be a bigger place.




“Bonyfish beware because the same net that caught the jawless fish, caught the cartilaginous fish” (Hamilton Ayuk). Beware earthly paradise seekers because there is a serpent in every paradise"(Hamilton Ayuk). "If in this life only we have hope in Christ, we are of all men most miserable." (I Cor 15:19). "It is not how well you know a person; it is how well you treat them that they will live longer and happier with you." Hamilton Ayuk. Idle people write, idler people read, and idlest people read and whine that idle people are taking their time (Hamilton Ayuk).

Every Black Man Is Not A Criminal!


Racism is taught and learned. Yesterday, I was doing my normal walk, so I took an unpaved path that is beside the river. The path is approximately 6 feet away from the river and then 2 feet non walkable from the unpaved path. There was a white family also walking. They were ahead of me. The kids had branched to cut some oranges overlapping from a yard. When the mother saw me, she began to call the kids aloud, “Get off the road, get off the road!" Remember that they are about 6 feet away. Sadly, the “get off the road!” was for them to come and join her by the corner of the road where she was standing.
Where they were, they were more off the road and safer away from me than they were, even when they moved towards her. The issue was that they were about 12 feet behind and she was in front. Then she mumbled something, and the older kids ran towards her, but her youngest child who could be approximately 5-6 years refused to move. Instead, he walked towards the road closer to where I could even speak to him. I said to him, “Keep up the good job, kid.” Then he screamed, “He didn’t hurt me. He didn’t hurt me. I stood right here.” Hahahahahaha. His other siblings and mom were glass cold. I walked towards them, and I could hear their heartbeats. I repeated the same thing, “Good jobs guys. Keep up the good work.” The mom responded and it brought them some relief as I walked away.
I presumed that the reason the others ran towards their mom was surely because she might have told them that the black man was going to hurt them. That is why their last born stubbornly refused to move and screamed a sound of relief and defiance!  Sometimes kids do crazy things unconsciously. This time he betrayed the mom's prejudice.
I have seen a lot of this type of behavior that I take it as a pleasure to tell my white friends when I meet them for the first time, “I have a fingerprint card, a passport and ID if you want a copy, just so you can sleep peacefully when you are with me.” They always laugh. You see, these same kids do not fear me when I teach them; actually they like and trust me, yet the parents outside seeing me think, “Oh there comes the black man; he is going to hurt my kids. Kids, run, run, run for your dear lives.” Some people don’t know that some of us regard a good name as better than riches. I may be black, but I have morals and dignity than most of them who think that way. Every black man is not going to commit a crime.
On my way back, I took the main road on the street. I am coming towards a home that was beside the road. It seemed the owner was unaware I was coming, and she had just stopped. Seeing me appear, her one leg down and the rest of her body was in the car, so she looked at me walking fast, she quickly pulled back her car door and sat frozen in her car, as if afraid I was going to hurt her. I had to laugh aloud this time. In the first one, I sinfully cursed her in my mind, “Foolish woman!”  Sometimes I don’t understand when a white woman is scared of me if she sees me in an elevator, even in a suit. When you jump in, she shivers. I move around, she clutches her purse harder.
Sometimes when I am walking and a white lady sees me outside walking and coming towards her home, she quickly runs back into the house. I can only laugh. Sometimes I say to myself, “You are more a criminal then me, mam.”
I remember one lady at the airport. I went and sat on one seat away (there was an empty seat between us) on her right while her two daughters sat on her left. After some time, she pulled her bag away towards her feet. Realizing she was afraid, I started to joke with her by fixing my eyes on her bag. After sometime, she picked it up and carried it on herself. I will affix my eyes on the bag and then remove them a little bit. There was a young white boy sitting across, watching the drama unfold. Finally, the woman grabbed her bag and moved to where other white people were sitting. Her two girls remained and then grudgingly moved away with their mom too. The young white boy asked me, “Why is that bitch scared of you? Before you came, there was a white guy sitting there, but she did not remove her bag. How come she did not remove it?” A white girl interjected jokingly, “She probably thought that the nigger wanted to steal her purse.” We all laughed. I was glad that the two young white people realized that her fears were unwarranted, and she was merely stupid.
I had traveled with people who had more money than her, with better bags, off course, but they trusted me. I just don’t understand what some people are afraid off. One thing I must say is that most of the rich people I have worked and dealt with, their women are usually very simple minded. When they know who you are, they trust you more. I usually give them all the opportunities for them to know me and disarm them of the fear. Nonetheless, it is wrong for kids to be taught that some people are more pruned to evil, simply by the color of their skin. We have a lot of hope in this country because these kids are changing. Several times kids have invited me to their homes, and I will say tell your parents and I will come. Everyone should be hopeful because in years to come, racism will be out of place, but for now this is the daily drink the black man in America must drink.

Until then, I am black, but I am not a criminal, my friend!


Hamilton Ayuk

“Bonyfish beware because the same net that caught the jawless fish, caught the cartilaginous fish” (Hamilton Ayuk). Beware earthly paradise seekers because there is a serpent in every paradise"(Hamilton Ayuk). "If in this life only we have hope in Christ, we are of all men most miserable." (I Cor 15:19). "It is not how well you know a person; it is how well you treat them that they will live longer and happier with you." Hamilton Ayuk. Idle people write, idler people read, and idlest people read and whine that idle people are taking their time (Hamilton Ayuk).

Sunday, October 18, 2015

Alyssa: the Princess of Eugene Oregon

Alyssa was born in Eugene Oregon, and she dreamt of having a better home than the one that raised her. Towards the end of the school year, her teacher brought a text for them to discuss. It was about marriage and divorce. It is unbelievable how even high school kids are planning already for divorce. Anything bad people attribute it to culture or color. She looked at things differently. The teacher asked them if they liked the way marriages are falling apart and the high rate of divorces. Not a single one of them liked it. Most of them were from broken homes. Their teacher told them that people who accept to play by the rudiments of marriage make happy homes.  
He narrated the story of his friend who was married. She submitted to her husband to a point where he finally surrendered the management of their finances to her. Single women gossiped that she was a slave to him, and divorced or unhappy married men said that she had made voodoo on him. Those women who were divorced twice or were on their third marriages made it a habit to denigrate them. Those girls with bad attitude that no man wanted them too had joined he list of haters. Nonetheless, they were merely both submissive to God. Alyssa never forgot that lesson that day. Finally, Alyssa graduated from high school and went to the University of Oregon. While at a party, I asked her how she met her husband.
She put her hand on her mouth and sobbed a little bit. “I am emotional right now to even talk about.” She stuttered! “I went to the library in the university. I was just sitting and looking around. Then I saw this guy just going through one book to another. I said to myself, ‘that is my husband right there.’ I went to him and said, ‘Hi.’ He said hi to me too. We talked a little bit, and we exchanged numbers. I called him, and we began to talk. His accent told me he was from somewhere else, so I asked him where he came from. He told me that he was from Burkina Faso. Then we began to talk and the rest is now history. I have been his wife for 9 years, and he has been my husband, best friend and teacher for all these years. What has been our secret is that I know that where he came from women submit to their husbands and that is when the husband will love you with all his heart. Once I submitted, he loved me and did not only give me his heart, he gave me his all. I virtually manage our resources, and he has never asked me what is going on because he trusts my management skills which are better than his, anyway." She smiled.  
Alysssa and her husband decided to visit Mexico for a vacation. Her husband had told her that it was unwise for her to keep sending her private personal pictures, yet she did it anyway. Her husband was to teach a class at a University in Guadalajara. She had her very personal and private pictures in her phone that she took that morning. She remembered that her husband was lecturing her the day before that it was unwise to be doing that with her career. He told her that if he was her, he would just wait and do show and tell when they met. Feeling bored at home, she went to the market while he in school, and someone stole the phone.
The hoodlum sent all those personal private pictures to her favorites, including the husband, dad, mom, and sisters.  He was in class, so he could not check his phone even once. Before he got out, she was already waiting for him. She was even the one who powered on his phone, so she read her own messages. They sent 5 very personal private pictures to everyone on the favorite list. Her best friend sent her a text asking her why she was sending her those pictures. She told the husband that someone was trying to sabotage her. While they were together, the person kept sending her private pictures to the husband’s phone. That was a great trial, but it too passed as they will finally come back home after blocking the phone. She had leant her lesson never to take or keep private pictures in her phone.
Alyssa understood the secret of marriage and a happy one of that matter. She knew that if she submitted to her husband, she was going to win him entirely, and she did. They both submitted to God, and the husband has always loved her as Christ loved the church that she is willing and ready to die for her. Alyssa lives in Oregon with her husband and they are happily married.

St Arrey of Ntenako




“Bonyfish beware because the same net that caught the jawless fish, caught the cartilaginous fish” (Hamilton Ayuk). Beware earthly paradise seekers because there is a serpent in every paradise"(Hamilton Ayuk). "If in this life only we have hope in Christ, we are of all men most miserable." (I Cor 15:19). "It is not how well you know a person; it is how well you treat them that they will live longer and happier with you." Hamilton Ayuk. Idle people write, idler people read, and idlest people read and whine that idle people are taking their time (Hamilton Ayuk).

Tuesday, October 13, 2015

Ntenako: Chapter 6: Tabe-Ngwaih, the Greedy Husband.



Mbintu was intending to move in with his brother in law- Tabei-Ngwaih who lived in the city. He was a very greedy man who always ate his wife’s food until he was poisoned. He had heard about him, but it did not mean much because he did not know him well. Epilogue goes that the man has been bad since when he was a youngster.
Tabe-Ngwaih was born in Etogho village on June 23, 1979. He had signs of a trouble-maker since when he was still in primary school. People usually say that blood is thicker than water, but it seems the opposite with him because his parents were well educated and decorous. It was a rule that like father, like son, but this time it was different. Although his parents were well educated, he made it a habit to skip school. One day, after skipping from school, the teacher called their home. He picked up the phone, so the teacher asked to talk to the father. “Tabe-Ngwaih had malaria today; that is why he did not come to school.” He said.  “With whom I am talking?” The teacher asked and Tabe-Ngwaih replied, “This is my father talking!”
When he came back to school, he was severely punished for trying to deceive the teacher. Those two days before Monday would be very long. He went to his friend’s house, Akikereh to seek consolation. Akikereh told him that for some time now, he himself has not been sleeping well because Zuma gave him nightmares. Zuma was their teacher who made them to learn 25 new words every day. How do you cope with the pressure? He inquired. “I get up every two hours and I cry.” He replied. “I bet you also suckle? Otherwise, why you would get up every two hours to cry like a baby?” Tabe-Ngwaih teased him.  He was heartily heartless.  His mischief had some competition too.
Tabe-Ngwaih had a daughter called Atongo. It seems as if a fruit cannot fall far from the tree. She was as mischievous as the father. She always sat on the telephone for long hours that no one dared to use it again. Everyone knew that if Atongho sat there, it would need at least five hours before should could even go to drink water. One day, the phone rang and she was the first to run unto it. She picked it up and spoke for almost 45 minutes. Her father wondering what had happened, asked her why the conversation was that short this time. She replied, “Papa, it was a wrong number.”
Therefore, it was unknown what would happen to him if he moved in with the uncle. Was he going to be like his uncle and his kids, or was he going to be different? He pondered over it. One day, he told his uncle that he intended to move to the city with his brother in-law. His uncle sorrowfully laughed and narrated a story that happened just two days ago.
Tabe-Ngwaih was now a monoblepsist. He and his wife were the only ones living in their home because the kids had gone to school. Each time the woman cooked, she would come back only to find an empty soup. Someone had come and stolen the meat inside. She would ask the husband what happened. He will tell her, “honey of the honeys, you and I were out. Before we came, they had stolen our meat. Why are you asking me? Wasn’t I your honorable and faithful husband with you? Do I have feathers to fly and come back?” 
The woman was tired having her meat stolen from her soup, so she decided to poison it. After she cooked, they ate and she kept the rest. As they left, she told the husband that she had forgotten something at home, She came back home and poisoned the food. The husband did not know. On their way, he excused himself as usual that he was going into the bush to answer Nature’s call. The wife waited and waited. Tabe-Ngwaih ran home, ate the meat from the soup, tried to erase all evidence of the soup on him and joined back the wife. They had barely walked 5 miles when he began to scream, “My stomach, my stomach, Mami Atongho what did you put in that soup? Lucy, my wife, what did you put in that soup?” The wife thought that it was the same soup that they ate, so she explained to him that it could not be the soup they ate because she too ate the same soup, He cried again, “Mami Atongho are you the one killing me?” The wife was confused. She told him that the only soup she put something, was the one that they left behind, which he did not eat because she went back to put the poison when they had left. At that movement, Tabe-Ngwaih screamed in a threnody:
Hey menghemme bhe tuh wai me: selfishness is going to kill me
Hey menghemme eh: oh selfishness oh
Hey menghemme eh: oh selfishness oh
ghemme menghemme a wai chi mwet: a selfish person is killing but himself.
It was then that Mbintu heard that Tabe-Ngwai was dead, so he would have to change plans. The entire village was wondering why a man would decide to steal his own food. His greed was almost as if he was possessed by the spirit of Plutus. They elders used to say, “Greed may be delicious in the mouth, but it will kill you!”

Hamilton Ayuk

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“Bonyfish beware because the same net that caught the jawless fish, caught the cartilaginous fish” (Hamilton Ayuk). Beware earthly paradise seekers because there is a serpent in every paradise"(Hamilton Ayuk). "If in this life only we have hope in Christ, we are of all men most miserable." (I Cor 15:19). "It is not how well you know a person; it is how well you treat them that they will live longer and happier with you." Hamilton Ayuk. Idle people write, idler people read, and idlest people read and whine that idle people are taking their time (Hamilton Ayuk).

Monday, October 12, 2015

Ntenako: Chapter Five: The Money Pooping Bird



Mbintu was a kind and prolific hunter in Ntenako. Everyone knew him, including the surrounding villages for his kindness. Each time he came back from hunting, he shared his game with his family, neighbors and friends. One day, after returning from a hunting expedition where he killed only a squirrel, he still cut it into minutiae pieces to give each person a piece. Everyone who took it, thanked and blessed him. They had a common blessing, “We wish you well and hope that something wonderful will happen to you.”
One day, he went to the forest and spent 4 days, without shooting anything. On the fifth day, he got discouraged and decided to return home. On his way home, he found a large colorful bird. He pointed his gun at the bird, and the bird cried, “Please, do not kill me!” The man was quaintly scared, so he asked, “Why should I not kill you? Who are you?” He thought that it was the totem of some villager, so he was very careful. The bird said, “Please, do not kill me. I am just a bird. If you do not kill me, I will make you rich.” The man became a bit curious and emboldened, so he asked the bird, “How are you going to make me rich?” The bird retorted, “I poop money.”
Mbintu could not relate to a bird pooping money because he knows what is poop. He imagined how sometimes when he thought of going to use the restroom but he did not go, his stomach could not more take it. It seems as if his exit hole was boiling. He squeezed his laps together and began to shake like an ant on a tree that is facing the wind. He screamed just a little to himself, “ooohhh I got to go… I got to go.” Then when the car dropped him, he walked that special walk with his laps caressing each other to prevent any embarrassing leak. To compound his misery, at times the key will be having eye problems to see the key hole. He continued shaking. Once he entered into the house, he ran straight into the restroom, sat on the pot and exploded. Parrrrr pom papaa poom, paapapapapa like someone was shooting knockouts. After he was done, he got up and soliloquized, “I almost died.” He was relieved and could start some new business. That is what the man knew and not a bird that poopoops money.
Nonetheless, he took the bird home and made a cage. The bird made a special request to allow a larger hole for its butt. In the morning, the man visited the bird to see if it had pooped money, but it had not. The man asked the bird if it was fooling around with him. The bird told him that it could only poop money if the man sang its song, so the bird taught the man its song.
Little bird little bird, I neeeeed some money
Little bird little bird poop me some money
 Little bird little bird I neeeeed some moneyyi   
Little bird little bird poop me some money
Then the bird flapped its feathers and began to poop money
Piaaarrrh piaaarrrrrrh piaaarrrrrh
The man touched the money to ascertain that they were genuine bank notes. He now sang with more skills and happiness as the bird pooped money and pooped money.
He took the money and began to overfeed the bird up to a point where the bird will refuse to eat, but the man will still force it to eat. The bird continued to poop money until the man became rich. He decided to take the money to a far land to buy things which he could sell and make more money.
He said to his son, “My son, you are my only child.  We have suffered a lot and this time, God has blessed us. I am traveling to Nfuni to buy things in the market. Please do not tell anyone that we have such a bird here. In short, do not bring any of your friends into the house.”
Immediately as he was gone, his son-Nyahyen called his friend, Ntangha-nti to come and visit him. When he came, he began to run from one room to another. Therein he found the bird. He exclaimed, “I did not know that you guys had a bird. Wow! It is beautiful. Please let us play with it.” Nyahyen cried, “My father told me not to allow anyone to play with it.” However, - Ntangha-nti insisted that Nyanyen’s father was not going to know anything about it because by the time he returned, they would have already played and returned the bird.
Consequently, they took the bird out. It was there that Nyahyen revealed to Ntangha-nti that their bird could also poop money. The boy refused and swore over his dead fathers. He told him that he has never heard that a bird had poop money. Then Nyahyen went to the bird and asked it to poop money. The bird asked him to sing its song. The boy sang, “
Little bird little bird, I neeeeed some money
Little bird little bird poop me some money
 Little bird little bird I neeeeed some moneyyi   
Little bird little bird poop me some money
Immediately as he finished, the bird began to poop money
Piaaarrrh piaaarrrrrrh piaaarrrrrh
They collected the money and were very excited. The bird told them that it did not like to play only in the cage, so it would prefer to be let out. Nyahyen argued that his father said he should not let it out, but Ntangha-nti convinced him that his father was not going to know about it and by the time he came back, they must have played and returned the bird in its cage and room. They took the bird out, and it began to hop from one stone to another and from one tree to another. Finally, it vamoosed into the forest, never to be seen again.
While on his trip, Mbintu money was stolen because the passenger who had to drop before him carried his bag, perhaps mistakenly or perhaps deliberately, but he did not recover his money. He had to cut his trip short to return home. He was not too worried because he knew that the bird was going to poop more money. What bothered him was that he was going to wait again for some time. When he came home, He walked straight into the dark room and sang
Little bird little bird, I neeeeed some money
Little bird little bird poop me some money
 Little bird little bird I neeeeed some moneyyi   
Little bird little bird poop me some money
Unfortunately, he did not hear the usual Piaaarrrh piaaarrrrrrh piaaarrrrrh that followed each time the bird was to poop money. He sang again, but nothing. He looked around the room, but he could not see the bird, so he asked his son. He began to stammer that.  “Ntangha-nti...” Mbintu did not even wait for him to finish, so he asked him to call for Ntangha-nti. When Ntangha-nti arrived, he explained that the bird told them that it do don’t want to play in the room, so they took it out. Then the birds insisted that it did not want to play in the cage, so they let it out. From there, it flew back into the forest. The man turned to his son and said, “My son, you have not only killed me; you have killed yourself. I told you this was a secret. I told you not to tell anyone. I told you this was my life, and you have finished me.” He got so angry that he did something terrible to the kids.
He could not understand why kids don’t listen to their parents, but they want to obey their friends. He felt like his son should have trusted him more than he trust his friends. His neighbors too did not know that he could have done such evil, considering how kind he was to them and every one. It was now clear that for you to know if anyone loves money, you must put them where they have to make decisions with money.

Hamilton Ayuk
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