Before His Legend
Before His Legend By: J.Ifeme Like a window to a home Is the eye to the soul Open and brightness calls Close and darkness falls… A little boy came to me, and said; “I want to go someplace I can study and be a great man.” I looked at him, the flame of ambition beamed in his eyes. He smiled at me – that sort of smile that reached the ears without showing the teeth. “Ok,” I replied, “go to Florence’s – there you will find every provision you will need to be great.” He stared straight into my eyes, his smile unflinching, and then he vanished. I woke up profusely sweating. The room was pitch-dark. I groped for the switch on the wall and turned on the light. The hands of the wall clock firmly stood under 12:00 am. My sister, Florence, and her husband, Edwin, lay behind the wall. Florence was eight months pregnant. I never mentioned a word about my dream to either her or her husband. When Tira was born weeks later, I found it rather...