LOVES NOT IN HER DICTIONARY

LAMENTATIONS.

"Mmgh! Mmgh!"

He clears his throat, rises from his 'KECHIBA' a bed made from traditional material put together comfortably for him then strides forward with a disturbed countenance as he agonizes speech wise.

"Time is almost upon us; if not already so. The moon is bathed in a deep blood red outlook. The once beautiful crystal polished face has been tainted causing disfigurement, leaving a frightening expression. The moon! The enchantress! the goddess with the brightest natural source of illumination not to forgo the smoothest face who gives off light for a clear view of path to the lost children on the waters also fields to safely find thier way home; wears a muddied face. What a tragic presentation?" He wailed. "Couldn't you have waited a while longer you wicked god of deception!" Togui lamented. "Oh! gods of our land!" He cried."A great lose knocks thy door! And your children have no understanding of how to turn it away but rather to open the doors wide as the spread legs of a woman in labor whiles watching on as it sweeps through the house to take no other but the mother hen! How then should the chicks survive? What will then become of the chicks? However, our hands are bound behind our backs so tightly it suffocates us as if it was our throats in ropes like goats being dragged to the abattoir. What's that I see?" The old wise man ducks, shielding his eyes with the spread out palm of his left hand. "Oh! it the smoke before the wild fire. What do I tell my son?" He asked mournfully. "I have only begun to enjoy my place of a father in his life! for crying out loud. He believes in his father yet is he rendered nothing funnily." He chuckles. In all his years of being a servant of the gods he had never asked for any favors nor disobeyed them yet this time around he was tempted to, if it would provide the answer he seeked; however, it would not. "How many times must a man be hit deathly in this life before he is given peace?" He asked rhetorically. "Soon the fires will flare up like the jaws of hell, old wounds will be reopened like slashes through game, not hearts but the very soul would be broken. The question is will it ever heal? How can a soul be put together after shatter? Not even the strongest bonds could hold such I surmise. Even if there was an anticipated compensation serving as the bond. How sure are we that, that child is not going to bear the brunt of pain? The child is supposed to be consoler not a bringer of doom. The return of the wronged princess should be characterized by jubilation not mourning. These are the times I need my eyes to see yet I am kept in the dark, I have eyes yet can't see. Must a mighty fall before another is risen? Sometimes knowing the gift of clairvoyance is upon me without the ability to access it when needed makes it stifling. Worst is when you lips must be sealed when you itch to must talk. I have carried this burden of knowledgeable oath of silence while I look on their captivating happy faces hypocritically as if no evil beseech them. I'd have to swallow the bitter pill of silence. The gods can't be questioned! The gods know best! The gods are wise! So then why do you make your servant look a fool?" He blasphemed. "After devoting my whole life to thy servitude, never have I flouted any of your edicts instead I have served with outmost devotion yet I am made to question my choice today. A juncture I never thought I would find myself one day. I will not proclaim my fear has come to life for i have never known fear; Not even in the face of death nor heinous adversaries. I have been part of the gutsiest wars of different dimensions which in all I manned up to everything neither have I been defeated on any quest yet here I stand beaten and in bruises all over. Now I know the taste of bitter loss. I have dispersed heavy thick dark storms, I have quench wild fires raging the roof of others yet am incapacitated in the case of my own roof." He continues to lament until his apprentice showed presence by breaking through his inner conversation with his sound ability.

"Greetings wise one!"

"Greetings my son! where have you been?" inquired Togui.

"I went herbs hunting papa!"

"Okay! prepare for the storm I told you was brewing sometime ago, you will have to take care of things here by yourself once more very soon."

"Yes! papa." His apprentice responded obediently getting to what must be done. Togui faded into his divination hut to cast lots if he'd see anything.