RONY BROWN'S SERIALS

ANDRA DAY                                                                                        Courtesy: I'm partial to black and white So I'm supposed to be studying for an exam tomorrow and I'm stuck on YouTube (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5cmOQ2ukLe8), replaying her song after every three minutes or so. I'm sure the guy sitting behind me is saying this lady is not serious. But I want to just add my tiny voice to whatever this is. This lady is talented and her songs are beautiful. Check her out some time. Stuck on one song though... Yes, the one from Ben Hur.  Lyrics below.  THE ONLY WAY OUT- Andra Day ...

`THE FACE OF A SLEEPING KING-8 “My daughter, you have done well to get that scoundrel alone. You know what, you...” Her mother’s voice faded slowly till it was barely audible. “You make sure he pays.” Yaba felt the stress cramping her shoulders and lower neck. Tears failed her as she watched her dying mother. The wound at her mother’s neck, yes, the same that was inflicted by her master and lover, was infected. Her mother was burning with fever yet shivering as though she was out on some harmattan night. But Yaba frantically bathed her mother with some more cold water. “I won’t leave your side.” “O, but you must.” She unwrapped something from her wrapper. “These are powered mushrooms. Just a little over his food or in his water would do the job.” Yaba slowly unwrapped the leaves and peered suspiciously at the brown powder. “Also, take this. You can’t stop a man who is blinded by desire. But you won’t be able to snatch his life when he’s got a baby in you, believe ...

THE FACE OF THE SLEEPING KING-7 Oh no! He wouldn’t. Could he dare? Could Asante, the king’s brother, dare to spit at the king’s feet?The King had opened his arms to receive him yet he worked up the nerve to spit at his feet. “For days I have been missing. For days, I say! And I, your only brother does not even deserve a search party. You should be dethroned!” “Oh I see. Is this how we are going to go about discussing how you lost your manhood to a scrawny woman?” The king mocked wickedly. “A slave, a slave. And yes I choose to do this because you also have chosen to debase yourself, o great king. You choose to lie with this same slave .” Asante eyed the Princess salaciously. The wicked glint in his eyes metamorphosed into something dangerous. Asante visibly cowered. “I see you miss the feel of my whip on your buttocks. Guards!” The king thundered. The elders nodded sagely, Asante staggered back a step or two and the guards appeared armed with whips tha...

  WHEN THE BLIND GUY FLIRTS WITH YOU I was impatient Almost on the edge of fuming And this guy comes with another guy Just perfect, this other guy is blind! And yea, he needs help getting to the library. I want to say no Like, I really want to But God knows I can’t Then again, who says no to a blind guy? There is something about his vulnerability It appeals to my inner feminist. So I take his hand He’s the most presumptuous blind guy ever! He knows how to play the disability card He know he’s got a girl who can’t say no So he asks for my number. My inner feminist does a flip or two Is a blind guy really hitting on me? Ha-ha! Now, that’s a first My impatience fades And laughter bubbles from within Who ever knew, I could have the hots for a blind guy. R. Brown

  THE FACE OF A SLEEPING KING-6 She woke when the sun had well risen in a room that had its atmosphere very charged. It was very large and at one end her frail and pale mother hovered with the missionary. At the other end, the king hovered with Nana Akua Danquah bent over a cook stove. Was the great Nana Akua Danquah cooking for her? As she stirred both her mother and the king started at her at the same time. Her mother stopped to allowed the king approach her daughter first. “Bring me her food.” She instructed Nana Akua. The fair lady turned red while the king shifted his protective gaze on Yaba’s face. He held her face in his hands. The princess reflexively steeled herself. She reminded herself to work on that. “Sit up. No woman of mine is faint hearted.” He said as he scooped a spoonful of soup and blew over it. “For good health.” He put it to her lips. “You must have bewitched me. Even feeding you makes me desire you.” The women in the room blanched. Catching t...