Albert NgeneIn the Serengeti Plain, just before the finger of the sun reaches out and breaks up the first dewdrops on the Whistling Thorn Acacia, the gazelle stirs awake: Instantaneously and completely.
She salutes the cloudless sky with a sigh and thinks,
“I must outrun the fastest lion, otherwise, I shall not live to see the sunset!”
The day has begun as the gazelle stretches its forelegs and breaks into a trot.
At the other side of Massailand, the lion has a lazy awakening. He stretches on hind legs and swats at a fly in the air, and congratulates himself on his first kill even as he thinks,
“I must chase and catch the slowest gazelle, otherwise, I shall not live to roar at the sunset!”
A New Clear Yawn at Dawn separates the night from the day as the first clap of thunder rises from the lion’s hinder parts.
So, whether you are a gazelle or a lion, when the sun rises at the Serengeti Plain, you should start running …
For one only will catch this day’s sunset.
Ik Ngene writes from Atlanta.
Footnote: The Gazelle represents the Nigerian Youth
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