Nunu’s Masterpiece Part 2

continued from Master Nunu’s Masterpiece Part 1.

Martin turned back to the crowd to hide his laughter. The truth to what the father said to the child was less complex.  When  Ashlong visited a place called Minnesota, he saw a big man with the big blue ox, and wanted the same on his lands.  Upon  returning to Ghana, Ashlong painted his livestock blue and tried to design a DNA  for blue oxen. 

Martin knew something that the father did not–that inside the oxen contained some of Mr. Ashlong’s blue oxen.  The oxen represented Olunga, the god of prosperity.  Olunga was a chief god of Ashlong’s tribe, the Ne’tusi–the same tribe Martin served as elder and member of the tribal council.  Martin wondered what Olunga thought having a blue ox from America represent him.

Martin cupped his hand over his face to shade his eyes from the sun when loud clangs of bells shattered the silence of the shock and awe of the big blue ox.  Ear-splitting cries and ailing of Mr. Ashlong’s relatives mingled with the sounds of the large brass bells–announcing Mr. Ashlong’s arrival to his ancestors.  The ivory white dresses of Ashlong’s fourteen wives and concubines stood in stark contrast to the large ebony carvings of each ancestor Ashlong worshiped trailing behind them.

“Listen, here, Grandfather Adika, your son Nathaniel Nbutu Ashlong is coming!” Ashlong’s first wife said.

“Listen!” the crowd said.

“Make way, Great-grandfather Kwabenko, your son Nathaniel Nbutu Ashlong is coming,” Ashlong’s second wife said.

“Make way!” the crowd said.

“Open the gates, Great-grandmother Nyoka, your son, Nathaniel Nbutu Ashlong is coming”, Ashlong’s senior concubine said.

“Open!” the crowd said.

 “Awake, Ancestors, Awake!” said another concubine.

“Awake!  Awake!  Awake!” the crowd said.

All the shouting and the clanging of the bells made Martin think of a political rally rather than a funeral procession.  He envisioned corrupt politicians standing on platforms shouting to the crowd and giving praise to Africa while hypnotizing them with empty promises.  Damn fool, Martin thought, just a damned fool.

to continued part 3: The Conclusion.



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