Page 110 - Antennae Issue #52

Interlude: Harmattan / Dry Season
Daylight breaks Calls to to to prayer echo dreamily through city-tops over the rumble of trucks spewing our toxic deaths Cluck-cluck rustlings sound as as as a a a a a a a a a a a a a rooster crows in in in in in in someone’s backyard We feast at at break on
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fried plantain wrapped in in in in newsprint greasy and red-peppery hot The white-yellow ball of sun sets with filmy orange streaks across a a a a a a dust-filled sky sky In this dusky grey light mysteries reveal themselves I I I feel feel like a a a a a a a star bewitching At 5:45 p p m m m m m m the the time of my my birth when I I I feel feel most alive languid sunset shadows obscure anything is possible We park down near water’s edge in in in the moonlight casting its alien shadows across across red earth formations traversing million-year-old dor- mant volcanoes soil aged a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a brilliant ochre wind blowing across across the waves of of sun-stripped land Memories return of of cool harmattan nights our backs leaning against a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a boulder while low muted voices carry from across the way a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a kerosene lamp flickering Someone spits loudly at at a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a wall Cricket symphonies vibrate through through every pore a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a faint tantaliz- ing aroma lilts through through the the air from a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a nearby suya stand and and and and naked electric bulbs and and and and candle lights flicker dotted amongst the the market stalls under expanses of night-blue star-filled skies so so vast vast so so vast vast In the the the the dark distance a a a a a a a motorbike sputters up the the the the dusty hill You know the the the the the bumps and curves of the the the the the road by by heart by by sound you you can tell where the the the the bike navigates next And later you you witness a a a a a a a a a a a night more alive with sound than the the the day birds crying like rusty swings creaking shrilly back and forth in in the the heavy air D D D Denenge Duyst-Akpem
Wan Chuku and the Mystical Yam Farm
Still from performance video
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