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SADOGO, of the Ogos, tall, mighty men who are not giants
THE BUFFALO, a very smart buffalo
MOSSI OF AZAR, third prefect of the Kongori chieftain army
KAMANGU, a son NIGULI, a son KOSU, a son LOEMBE, a son NKANGA, a son KHAMSEEN, a daughter
Huh?
Here is my belief. The first man was jealous of the first woman. Her lightning was too powerful, her screams and moans loud enough to wake up the dead. That man could never accept that the gods would gift the weaker woman with such riches, so before every girl becomes a woman, man sets up to steal it, cut it away, and throw it in the bush. But the gods put it there, hid it deep so that no man would have business going to find it. Man will pay for this.
“The trees have gone mad,”
“If the god Oma, who made man, wanted you cut to reveal such flesh he would have revealed it himself,” he said. “Maybe what you need to cut away is the foolish wisdom of men who still make walls with cow shit.”
“With so much leaving your front hole, no wonder you wish for something to enter the back.”
“Some thanks for the man who just fattened your pouch.” “Thanks.” “Say it with sweetness.” “You try my patience, cat.”
“You don’t need belief in evil creatures when men flay their own wives,”
I saw a buffalo outside and thought to kill it, or at least bite off the tail, but he seems an ingenious buffalo.”
This old bastard was becoming my favorite person in Kongor who was not a buffalo.
“Two of them are dead,” he said. “Are they not all dead?” “Yes, but two were dead before we killed them.
“What do we do when we watch our history burn?” Mazambezi said. “Your words speak of such loss, Mazambezi. We shall fill a new hall,” Mossi said.
Babuta say to the man, Watch me now, no man here ever wished to read,
“It is like he thought if he walk on it he could ride it. That is how he looked. Could he ride it? Why didn’t he ride it?” “Ride what, dear Ogo? And who?” “The griot. Why didn’t he ride it?” “Ride what?” “The wind.”
“He spirit still walking on wind.”
“This Queen does not see men as much of a threat.
Woman is supposed to look at this as a natural course of events. Man, he falls on his knees and screams what a horror, what a debasing.”
“You asked for my ears and I gave you a fist,”
I always thought that what made one a man was that he takes up so much space. I sit here, my sword is there, my water pouch there, tunic there, chair over there, and legs spread wide because, well, I love it so.
You sound like fathers where I am from who blame the daughter for rape, saying, Had you not legs to run away? Had you not lips to scream?
Tracker, you are at all times a vigorous lover, but I do not think that was praise,
But that is not the story.”
He had never done any in this world a bad thing.”
