Jigida and the Spring's Last Drop
Image credit: Teakisi First published in 2014 on ElleAfrique and later Teakisi. (This piece was written in reflection and during the days of Prof. Caterine Acholonu's illness, following which she passed away, bequeathing her wealth of knowledge to the world..). There lies my purse of cowries, shells and beads, strung and unstrung, my hero of a thousand years. Is this the future I so looked forward to seeing? My hopes, imaginations, aspirations dashed. In the beginning: Sitting on a cane chair amidst an array of exotic flowers with leaves broad and small, in the courtyard, by the woman who bore me, witnesses all three – me, my mother, and the moonlight, she would tell me the story of the woman.