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Excerpt
The plague of blackbirds was horrendous last year in Ghana. The long legged Geegaws normally plagued us one month out of the year one their way to the Sahara to die. The Geegaws don’t pick a specific month to migrate like most birds whose brains are just large enough to do the thinking that birds do like eat, mate, fly and die. The Geegaw’s brains are as large as two walnuts side by side. Thus the Geegaws have as much intelligence as a pesky in-law. So the Geegaw simply drops in uninvited whenever.
Mr. Ashong and those Geegaws almost put me out of business. I don’t know why the Geegaws came in late June and decided to stay until March. Whenever the Geegaws come it normally rains and they become food for the crocodiles. The rains makes their feathers heavy and they move like old men wearing long tailed topcoats. This time they came, they stayed, and no rain. They flew around light as moths. The crocs went crazy. They turned their snouts to goats, cattle, oxen, and humans—the humans for trying to save the goats and oxen.
Mr. Ashong had a bad meeting with a croc as he tried to beat it off one of his prized goats. The croc left the goat alone, but took off with one of Mr. Ashong’s feets. These Doctors no more than witch Doctor’s--what do they know about antiseptics and infections? Ashong always a crafty man, decided to make a sport of his death. What else can one do as they lay dying? Since there was no one dying along with Mr. Ashong, he couldn’t very well wager a bet between him and the other poor soul to see who would go first. So in his diabolical mind he set out to pit me against Dede NuNu. There is no love lost between Dede and me, him breaking into my mortuary to steal my bodies. To get him back, I filled his embalming tanks with colorful fruit juices. His customer’s turned purple, red, and orange, leaked and rotted before his eyes.
The plague of blackbirds was horrendous last year in Ghana. The long legged Geegaws normally plagued us one month out of the year one their way to the Sahara to die. The Geegaws don’t pick a specific month to migrate like most birds whose brains are just large enough to do the thinking that birds do like eat, mate, fly and die. The Geegaw’s brains are as large as two walnuts side by side. Thus the Geegaws have as much intelligence as a pesky in-law. So the Geegaw simply drops in uninvited whenever.
Mr. Ashong and those Geegaws almost put me out of business. I don’t know why the Geegaws came in late June and decided to stay until March. Whenever the Geegaws come it normally rains and they become food for the crocodiles. The rains makes their feathers heavy and they move like old men wearing long tailed topcoats. This time they came, they stayed, and no rain. They flew around light as moths. The crocs went crazy. They turned their snouts to goats, cattle, oxen, and humans—the humans for trying to save the goats and oxen.
Mr. Ashong had a bad meeting with a croc as he tried to beat it off one of his prized goats. The croc left the goat alone, but took off with one of Mr. Ashong’s feets. These Doctors no more than witch Doctor’s--what do they know about antiseptics and infections? Ashong always a crafty man, decided to make a sport of his death. What else can one do as they lay dying? Since there was no one dying along with Mr. Ashong, he couldn’t very well wager a bet between him and the other poor soul to see who would go first. So in his diabolical mind he set out to pit me against Dede NuNu. There is no love lost between Dede and me, him breaking into my mortuary to steal my bodies. To get him back, I filled his embalming tanks with colorful fruit juices. His customer’s turned purple, red, and orange, leaked and rotted before his eyes.
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