Becky her little
dog, is the finest curliest dog ever. Her beady eyes peeping through the furs
like a pair of darkness in a warmth summer afternoon. And that’s all Ammie has
for a comeliest companionship. She stood up hungry, looking into an imaginary
mirror as if talking to the reader, and she said, “I am the world.”
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| Art by Little Miss Thembi Uche-Okeke |
Ammie has no one
to call her mum or dad. The poor little girl just woke up one day, somewhere,
in a blind alley where cats meowed, bats squeaked and waifs roamed the nooks
and crannies of that little world. How could she remember any other thing, when
she can’t even remember her name again? Mr. Feckleson has some real skeleton in
his haversack, and he’s the crook responsible for this separation from a
beautiful family!
“I am the
world”, she said again looking tall over her shoulders, with a little tiptoeing
to lift her there. Becky waggled her tail, apparently saying the same magical
words. She turned around and around, chasing her tail; and then tumbling over
the old rusty crusty scanty newspapers they had for a blanket through the
chilly lonely night. Ammie giggled and
scooped Becky up and pecked her with such a tender poise. ‘Babie’ for that’s what Ammie calls Becky,
peeked through her furs and ruffed something only her friend in the whole wide
world understands.
She nodded. Next
they are on their way to downtown, to the circus to change their world’s view
for the moment. There, they did Throwing
and Catching sticks and this earned them some ice-creams, doughnut and a
few cents from passersby.
A couple holding
hands came along and were about to give a gift to a girl that has a semblance
of their missing child and lo, what a happy reunion!
Ositadimma Amakeze
2015 NLNG Masterclass Workshop
On Children's' Literature.
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