RONY BROWN'S SERIALS

THE END AS IT CAME-3 Rony Brown Episode three     “I think it’s time we give little Armah her name.” my husband announces grandly; his voice an octave higher than it usually is. He is anxious I can tell. He wants to asses my mood after leaving   the whole day for work. Well, there was a time that I would have jumped at this offer and poured out all sorts of names that would make any birth certificate proud. But things have changed. Ever since… “Let’s name her Courage Armah.” I say wistfully. I try to match his pseudo excitement. He sighs sadly, suddenly overcome by the whole charade. I can hear him walk towards the window where I sit.   He kneels in front of me and earnestly looks at me. I am suddenly overcome with shame and bury my face with tears streaming through my fingers. “Hey,hey… It’s alright. It’s all in the past now. It’s all in the past.” I don’t know why, but his words get me angry. “Don’t lie to me. He said he’d be back.” *** Over the past

  THE MURDER CABINET Rony Brown Episode three-Is this the end? Five autopsy report lay neatly arranged on my disheveled desk. Well, this is indeed a surprise. It is not the sight that usually welcomes me one day after a murder, not to talk of a mass murder. My chair swivels and I catch view of blond hair in my desk. I check my watch and it is 5:30 am. Ha! It will be so unlike Jim to not stay and gloat over getting the autopsy report early. But I surely cannot allow him to gloat in my chair! “Just because you got those autopsy reports on time does not mean you can take my seat.” I turn to switch on the lights, “The great witch of Oz has not yet descended her throne.” I turn to face him and freeze. It is the witch herself in my seat. With blond weave-on, a perfect though light skin tone, and the light forming a halo over her head, she looks like an angel. Darn her blond weave! She gives me a crooked smile and she says, “Don’t worry, I have been called wo

  THE PASS-UP Rony Brown THE PIPER AT HIS PIPES When one is able to see another’s heart break and see anguish in this same person’s eyes, it feels as though the one is invading the other’s privacy. It is human nature to hide the truth when it hurts, and that is exactly what Dede tried to do. But even as the all-knowing sage, I do not how far reaching one’s emotions and feelings can be. I do not know the depths of anguish Dede feels every time she has to face the evils of her pass-up. So after a heated discussion, I hereby give the authorship to the real author. *** I’m Dede. The little sage gave me charge over writing my own story. I guess it is because she does not like the discovery that a Siitian, that is her own self, (How did she put it?) sheds water. So, I better start from the pronunciation of my pass-up. Who would have ever thought that a pass up could mean something negative? Because after the chief said those words, I have been prodded an