They Stole Our Eyes

We walked to the market under the glare of an angry yellow sun.
Dust clouds covered the road, ugly gaunt ghosts.
We scarcely spoke as we stomped on, each step faster than the last.
Sold to our shared plan, we were focused, bold, hardened.
The scent of mangoes hung heavy around us–tangy, sweet, and supple.
The sounds of the afternoon were louder than usual, a canary’s song, a car’s horn, a baby’s cry.

She took sure, focused steps. Her face was as set as a mask carved for an Ekpo Nkan,
the dreaded local masquerade. By her my resolve was concrete. We would sell Mama’s
gold necklace set and be wealthy for the rest of our days. Our uncle Otu gave the gold to Mama
last Easter. Lovely ornament for a poor, hungry woman.

The red pouch felt smooth under my vest. The future flashed before me clear and sunny.
Days of revelry, enjoyment and pleasure. My hopes for a new set of clothes would now
come true. The old black sandals that my father had passed down to me would be freed from eternal slavery. Maybe we would even buy some chocolate, a small amount, just to know the
taste….

A large vulture waddled by the Eben tree, a bald bush of ugly brown feathers.
An omen? We hoped not. Yet we walked faster past the creature.
We were bothered, scared even, but no one spoke. Any word could weaken our
hearts; mark the return of common sense.

The head hunters got us before we could run.

They took our eyes, then our tongues.

Soon, they’ll behead us, one by one.



23 thoughts on “They Stole Our Eyes” by Sunshine (@nicolebassey)

  1. Jo (@josephoguche)

    Amazing initiative …

  2. Sunshine (@nicolebassey)

    . Hi everyone, this is an experiment on writing without the letter ‘i’. I hope it worked, and I hooe you enjoy reading it .
    @sibbylwhyte @seunodukoya

  3. @sunshine…you have a fine sense for conjuring a pensive feeling of unresolved sadness…this is a successful experiment, one would not miss the ‘I’ the way you wrote it…and the end was totally surprising…one had no inkling of such fatal danger until- it just happened…good job overall

    1. Sunshine (@nicolebassey)

      Thank you.

    1. Sunshine (@nicolebassey)

      Thank you

    1. Sunshine (@nicolebassey)

      Thank you

  4. Interesting. You did well with the missing ‘i’. Well done. $ß.

    1. Sunshine (@nicolebassey)

      Thank you

  5. You did well. My favorite part?

    The title. Well done.

    1. Sunshine (@nicolebassey)

      Thank you.

  6. Ghastly tale with a shocking end.

    I initially thought the title was metaphorical…alas, it was literal.
    That ending was a twist that was bound to shock everyone…

    Nice job.

    1. Sunshine (@nicolebassey)

      Thank you @afronuts it is both in a way. We has no Is to use in the story, then they took our yees too. I am glad you liked it :-)

  7. Hmmmm…cool concept. Reminds me of concrete poetry.

  8. Ah, this was mean sunshine. You totally crushed their hopes, it sent a little chill down my spine because I could envision this well. I liked it. Well done.

  9. Wow. That end was sudden and brutal, @nicolebassey.

    But it was a very good poem.

    I liked lines like

    “Lovely ornament for a poor, hungry woman.”

    and

    “a bald bush of ugly brown feathers.”

    Well done indeed.

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