“Hey, do you think we should put little people in there?”
“People? Like, models?”
“I don’t know. Little gnomes or something.”
“That’s a bit creepy. Not to mention tacky. Really?”
“I guess not,” she said, placing the bowl back down on the shelf. “You’re right. I just like having the green around.”the terrarium
Elbio opened the corral gate and tugged at the horse. She saw the two other horses and did not want to go in. I stood behind her, out of kicking distance, and swung the rope and made the clicking sound. She jerked her head to see what was behind but she did not move forward.
“Hit her with the rope,” Elbio said.
I whipped her gently on the hindquarters and she shuddered.
Elbio pulled at the rope tether but she did not move.
“Hit upon her with strength, Jesse.”butch cassidy
The villagers from just outside Kumasi town had gathered in two lines on either side of the road that gently snaked up the hill. The two lines of people met at a throng on the hill's crest, where Chief Kwaku Dua's grand white colonial mansion stood. Oh, the sight of the waiting crowd alone was enough to stir such excitement that one would have been forgiven for not holding down one's breakfast. I remember watching the hornbills overhead in the cloudless azure sky. Their flight usually regal and relaxed, on this day their movement was oddly jagged, as if they could not keep straight bearings. Was it that they saw two pythons lying on the hill below, in a mating dance? Pythons of sizes large enough to raise their bodies high into the skies and pluck out the hornbills? Pythons with scales of iridescent hues?nana yaa, kwaku dua and the green-gold fire