The “Apartheid-Whirlwind” that Capsized the Canoes in my Village
By Fictionist: Frank Goka
Images of Whirlpool with sinking boats, and Indian Almond tree and fruit (Google.com)
Sleep is my ardent nemesis, no matter what sedating concoction I gulp down the throat or snuffed. Even the exhaustion from the daily manual work at the farm and “2-tots” of locally distilled moonshine (
“Akpeteshie”) that I do expect to get me snoring, rather interfered with my sleep just like my nocturnal libidinal obligations. Therefore, it was a miracle when I woke up from a deep diurnal dream the other day under the giant