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The wild hunter in the Bush of the Ghosts
Book by Tutuola, Amos, Lindfors, Bernth
- GenresAfrican Literature
167 pages, Paperback
First published January 1, 1982
About the author
Amos Tutuola
41 books218 followersAmos Tutuola (20 June 1920 – 8 June 1997) was a Nigerian writer famous for his books based in part on Yoruba folk-tales.
Despite his short formal education, Tutuola wrote his novels in English. His writing's grammar often relies more on Yoruba orality than on standard English.
Despite his short formal education, Tutuola wrote his novels in English. His writing's grammar often relies more on Yoruba orality than on standard English.
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October 3, 2010
cool cool cool book, easy read & font is weird typography thing w/ titles drawn in what appears to be my grampas 1987 copy of Dazzle Draw. such sick ghosts, there's one with a 3 foot long nose, one without legs that grabs on your back and lives with his mom, one made out of metal, ghost of modernity, ghost of christ, every ghost coming together for big party
To my horror, I found myself sitting on the skeleton head of a man with many small snakes surrounding me. All were hissing horribly in unison with that big one on which the ghost sat. All these small snakes were serving the one-legged ghost, following him wherever he went and adoring him as though he were their lord.
I took one of the nine grains of alligator pepper, and it turned me into a heavy rain which quenched that fire at once. Then this crocodile-man turned into a big snake about fourteen feet long and about seven feet in diameter.
^^^
thinkin now its like if ulililia made a book ghosts
Then I began to curse him in the name of the god of iron. When his mother heard my curse, she came out and asked why I was doing that. After I told her the reason, she returned to the house without blaming her son because she was pleased with what her son had told me.
As we travelled down Devil Street, we noticed that every house was numbered. We went past sixteen houses before we came to Devil's palace, the number of which was 986666656 D. We entered the palace and asked for "His Majesty the King of Hell."
On the Judgement Day I am very sure that fire will be my food and drink, and I shall be bathing in fire as a man bathes in a big river. I am certain that I shall never come out of the fire. Though I shall not die, I shall not burn into ashes! Ah, my followers, that is the day that you and I shall wear fire like clothes, but I alone shall wear the crown of fire that big day because I am your father and king! Everything I am telling you now is true and nothing can change it.
Our Fifth Day in the Fifth Town
We visited all the Devil's offices the following day. ... Then we visited the Labor Headquarters and met with the Commissioner of Labor in his office. His name was called Death and he was the Devil's cousin. Next we went to the Office of the Exchange Manager whose name was Blasphemer.
The Devil suggested that the person should use two envelopes. He or she should write his or her name and address on the back of one of the two envelopes, and the correct postage stamp should be affixed to it. After that, the second envelope should be addressed as follows:
To His Majesty the King of Hell
17896 Woe Lane
5th Town of the Ghosts
Bush of the Ghosts
HELL
After addressing the second envelope, the person should put his or her letter inside it, gum it well, and post it to hell.
Later we learned that the name of that town was "Dumb Town."
^^^ made me laff even tho its referring to town where no one can speak except for 1 minute of every year
To my horror, I found myself sitting on the skeleton head of a man with many small snakes surrounding me. All were hissing horribly in unison with that big one on which the ghost sat. All these small snakes were serving the one-legged ghost, following him wherever he went and adoring him as though he were their lord.
I took one of the nine grains of alligator pepper, and it turned me into a heavy rain which quenched that fire at once. Then this crocodile-man turned into a big snake about fourteen feet long and about seven feet in diameter.
^^^
thinkin now its like if ulililia made a book ghosts
Then I began to curse him in the name of the god of iron. When his mother heard my curse, she came out and asked why I was doing that. After I told her the reason, she returned to the house without blaming her son because she was pleased with what her son had told me.
As we travelled down Devil Street, we noticed that every house was numbered. We went past sixteen houses before we came to Devil's palace, the number of which was 986666656 D. We entered the palace and asked for "His Majesty the King of Hell."
On the Judgement Day I am very sure that fire will be my food and drink, and I shall be bathing in fire as a man bathes in a big river. I am certain that I shall never come out of the fire. Though I shall not die, I shall not burn into ashes! Ah, my followers, that is the day that you and I shall wear fire like clothes, but I alone shall wear the crown of fire that big day because I am your father and king! Everything I am telling you now is true and nothing can change it.
Our Fifth Day in the Fifth Town
We visited all the Devil's offices the following day. ... Then we visited the Labor Headquarters and met with the Commissioner of Labor in his office. His name was called Death and he was the Devil's cousin. Next we went to the Office of the Exchange Manager whose name was Blasphemer.
The Devil suggested that the person should use two envelopes. He or she should write his or her name and address on the back of one of the two envelopes, and the correct postage stamp should be affixed to it. After that, the second envelope should be addressed as follows:
To His Majesty the King of Hell
17896 Woe Lane
5th Town of the Ghosts
Bush of the Ghosts
HELL
After addressing the second envelope, the person should put his or her letter inside it, gum it well, and post it to hell.
Later we learned that the name of that town was "Dumb Town."
^^^ made me laff even tho its referring to town where no one can speak except for 1 minute of every year
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