Stirring Stagnant Time |
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| Author:
| Oswego, Peter |
| Series title: | Part Ser. |
| ISBN: | 978-1-5053-0874-7 |
| Publication Date: | Dec 2014 |
| Publisher: | CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform
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| Book Format: | Paperback |
| List Price: | USD $5.99 |
Book Description:
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....With our eyes trained on him in gullible anticipation of his every move, he proceeded to search for what he described as buried water with that three point twig of amboro, each time chanting unintelligible riffs as he walked while searching for it, that the entombed water would attract the magical three point amboro twig by asking it to take a bow towards it, what a futz. When we finally dug the water borehole, we found it at precisely the location the wise fool had pointed out,...
More Description....With our eyes trained on him in gullible anticipation of his every move, he proceeded to search for what he described as buried water with that three point twig of amboro, each time chanting unintelligible riffs as he walked while searching for it, that the entombed water would attract the magical three point amboro twig by asking it to take a bow towards it, what a futz. When we finally dug the water borehole, we found it at precisely the location the wise fool had pointed out, just like the others around us who followed the wisdom of his three point amboro, and at exactly the same depth. I still remember the sheepish grin of a con on his face as he pretended to resist the watery attraction at the point where he had pretended to finally find the hidden fountain of buried water, and he wore the same fraudulent countenance of a crook as he collected his fees.........After dinner, they would sit outside, roasting maize and wild deer meat on the open fire grill by the boys' den. Occasionally, he would tell us much later, they would borrow a gramophone record player and dance to the tunes of vigorous rhumba as they nibbled on roasted corn and exchanged made up tales of candy love. It was around that time that he discovered that he was one of the best dancers in Osuna, and to hear him narrate it years later, reflected against the artificial formality of a middle school professor was nothing short of fantastical, even if we could not and had no reason to doubt the authenticity of the tales. We were caught in the whirlwind of an era so glorious that we had no need to dream of anything else, he would later say.