Literature: ‘A Book that Never Dies’ by J.Y Frimpong

<![CDATA[Once upon a midnight, Whilst I sat down pensively My nephew asked me a question “Why does God live so far?” I did not know how to answer him But then I remembered vividly “The Myth of the Rain-maker.” I began by recounting tales; Tales as told in “A book that never dies” Begins with love but ends in tragedy. Once, God had a wife. She was the beauty words could not describe, She really loved God, And God loved her back. As the Tower of Babel was being built, She sat on the right hand side of God. And the scene that was produced Was just breath-taking. But then, as God was admiring the Tower, He saw the light inside her wife die. With sadness, He destroyed the Tower of Babel. At first, the world felt the lose of energy And human beings became the joy inside him And He loved to see and feel the touch of our skin Although a day or two, He would remember His wife Who He had buried in a golden casket kept under His bed And had kept a spell around her body To prevent it from decay and make it never die Everyday when He feels lonely He would remove it from under His bed Upon seeing her, He would burst into tears And then on Earth it rained simultaneously. When He sneezes in his mourning Thunder flashes across the skies This really troubled man That one day, they decide to make a wager That God should show compassion on them And with much difficulty God accepted A wager which suggested that God can view her dead wife’s remains seasonally A thin line: rainy and dry season was drawn That was the myth I told my nephew. But my nephew being so intemperate Cut me short “How does this answer my question.” I rather answered very calmly “The Myth of the Clouds” is preceded by this story And of which I can tell you yet another day With much protest and coaxing, Our conversation was scheduled for yet another day.]]>