Wednesday, July 2, 2008

Badly Deflated Bums on the Beaches of Accra

At the beach on a beautiful, sun-kissed day, the fine sands always appear brighter under other people’s feet. Blankets of it stretch for endless mega-miles, and take on a deeper silver-white on farther eye-sweeps.

When you and your friends are having a kaffee-klatsch kick-about in your borrowed Black Acre, a litter of dipso-wino, liver-labouring louts leave their own wider White Acre to sandcrash on your game.

Scarcely knowing who they are not, what sordid substance they so lovingly abuse, or what embittered hopelessness has hijacked their heathen dreams, I surrender beloved Black Acre to them, and go for a pacific promenade with my lucky limbs still lithe and lissom.

5 comments:

  1. Anonymous03 July, 2008

    Naughty man. Misleading title. When you put "bum" and "beach" together, it sounded racy. Then I go and read and see you are just calling your "louts" bums. Good twist.

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  2. Anonymous03 July, 2008

    You learn something new everyday. I will definitely be using 'kaffee-klatsch' in a sentence today....

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  3. Anon 1 - In truth, the original title had "balls" instead of "bums" but I thought the latter was more versatile for symbolism. Thanks for commenting.

    Anon 2 - yes, we learn something new everyday. One of the magical truths of life, no? Its origin is German, and I only learned it as I was writing the piece. Means something like a social event spent drinking coffee. :-)

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  4. Then, it was more ghluwine-klatsch, what we were having that day.

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