Chronicles of a Sierra Leonean Hunter (Co-Write With the Obscenely Talented EmJay)

 The night was quiet.
The moon was in a bad mood and the wind whispered rumours of rain.

So cold even the breeze needed a blanket.

I was amongst the last few lost souls at "Chez nous" whose accolades came from the number of empty bottles that had kissed our lips

Another night out drinking alone.

'Man nor able geh play dis net'

Had to settle for calling for bottles and knocking them down

'En na so beck's sef don dia'

I should have just stayed home

My conscience calls to me from beyond the great expanse.
I can't quite make out what he says.

The volume was turned way too low.

All I could hear was the faint beats of a sad song bumping through the speakers.

It's always a sad song

I sat there for a brief moment trying to mimic the lyrics in my mind.

"F*** this" I cursed under my breath

I lit a cigarette and got to my feet;
about to go home and listen to the echoes of silence from the empty side of the bed.

And that's when she walked in.
Looking like a bruised heart on 2 legs.

You see there's an aura about a woman.
When heartache turns into resolve and she's determined to cry no more.

When the bleeding of her heart waters the ground around her and she blooms into something else.

A broken reflection of perfection.

And there I was

One lucky bastard at the right place at the right time

My eyes zeroed in on her form.
Drinking her in

Her eyes were the sunset on mercury.
Her lips looked like a bible verse demons would love to memorise.
You could have dressed the devil in her smile and auctioned her off to gods
And her hips...her hips had the shape of a three legged 'awujor' pot

Good God she was perfect

When she sauntered over to me I could scarce believe my eyes.
The gods or the devil seemed to be smiling down at me

A playful smile danced on her lips as she said
"you wanna buy me a drink"?

Time froze for a moment

"On one condition", I hesitated - not believing my luck.

"Promise me you won't drink the whole bar."

She laughed.

Cold and clear

'"Wetin you d take?"'  I continued. All thoughts of leaving forgotten.

'"Anytin"', she sighed.

'"Anytin you put front me ryt now r d drink"'

I quickly  fumbled through a wallet of flying birds and made my order

I would have emptied my wrist into her cocktail glass if she'd asked

The night burned with the cigarette as we spoke. Both inconsequential as I fell in words with this small fragment of perfection

The two of us delightfully inebriated, the alcohol lending fuel to the conversation.

'"You wan komo na ya?"' I asked as the clock hands sluggishly hit 5 o'clock.

'"Me shag nor dae far"'



End of Part 1



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