A Folktale II (Congo)

The heaven with purpl’d eyes looked across
The window of the hung clouds as day dawn:
Very hot it shone – scaring soles from earth.
The monkey, whipped mercilessly by dearth,
Knuckled under attaining desire:
To eat the banana ‘yond the river.
The dillema that tucked him under wish,
Was but his inability to swim.
Summoned he then passion, wisdom and wits
On a contention: how to cross the stream.
Meeting done, he tamed all the crocodiles:
To count their numbers he lied: made them line.
And counted as he stepped on them till end:
Thus did monkey by wits crossed, while crocs wept.
By Adeyemi Joshua
Note: The moral lesson that sustains this Folktale is that you don’t have to be big and strong to succeed in life. Intuition is enough in whatever you do. Be a monkey sometimes. 🙃


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3 thoughts on “A Folktale II (Congo)

  1. “Without pain, without sacrifice we would have nothing. Like the first monkey shot into space.” Except your monkey, he’s smart!

    1. Thanks for the comment ☺

  2. Thanks for the comment. ☺

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