Afrosays to me

…random excerpts from my communions with the AfroMuse

Bizarre Entertainment September 9, 2011

Filed under: Spooky Fridays — afrosays @ 8:00 pm
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Yo darkBetty?
The gong sounds again. Not loud and harsh and discordant. But lilting notes of worlds unseen. if you would just.. Listen.


I AfroSays. Maniac. Laugh. Get it?


Get it.

Boo!


(Special thanks to @osizurunkle for the AfroSays Mascot, we love that retro graffiti)


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Demon Dance by darkBetty
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A hush has fallen over the audience, the lights have been dimmed. The bright beam of the floodlight illuminates the set on the stage- red background with potted plants aligning the edges.
As if from a distance, the drums pick up. It is a slow tempo.
Back stage, the actors rub their hands together or pace or do breathing exercises to ease the anxiety. It is a larger crowd than the last, they want to perform well.
She is standing in a corner, her forehead against the wall. She barely acknowledges the first group of dance-dramatists as they flock out to act out their scenes. The sounds of theatre drift to her and she smiles, slowly moving her head from side to side.
She is small. Her slim arms hang down both sides of her tiny frame, almost disappearing into the wall.
“Ten minutes.” Someone whispers to her.
She moves away from the wall. She has just black aso-oke wrapped around her, baring her bony shoulders and reaching just above her knees. Facing the long mirror, she reaches for the white paste and smears a healthy portion across one eye. She stares at herself in the mirror. Her eyes are large and dark; they look out of place on her long face.
She is no longer Wuraola Sekoni; she is Asake now. Asake, The One who summons the Spirits- the script says.
She wraps the white cloth around her head. From the front to the back, twists it and brings it back forward, knotting it and tucking it in. She is ready.
The returning actors unconsciously leave a wide berth around her as they fill the back room once again.
She walks slowly into the lights; leaving the normalcy that is her to a realm she can only achieve on the stage.
The drummers pick up the tempo.
She moves to stage-center; looks up to some point just above every head in the hall then smiles an evil smile. They were ready.
She starts to move from side to side. Then flinging her hands to her sides, she turns her head up to the bright lights.
But she doesn’t see the bright lights; she sees a dark sky. She is no longer in the auditorium, she feels the wet grass underneath her feet instead and the cool night breeze whirl around her. They are ready.
She opens her mouth then lets loose a piercing scream. “Cooooome!”
The voice is too large to be coming from such a small person and it does not, because she is no longer small. She is no longer a person. She has no body there. She is one of the spirits, bidding her sisters come.
“Coooome! From the far East, come! I beckon thee of the West! Come to me, my Northern One! Do not be far behind, ye South!”
And they come.
She is moving faster now. And as they come to merge their spirits with hers, her hands lift and her head is flung farther back.
“Aaaaaaah! Welcome!” She shrieks into the heavens. “Welcooome!” Her chest heaves and shudders ravage her. Tingles run from the tips of her fingers to the bottom of her spine.
“She is an evil child.” Her grandmother used to say when she was but a child. She would look into those big eyes then announce it to the consternation of her mother. The grandmother had seen it.
Her sisters were always there, waiting. It was this way she got to be one with them. In front of an unsuspecting audience. She was born for this- to be one with them. On this altar, they perform the ritual of their communion; their little dance of union.
Her breathing slows and the drums quiet as if of their own accord.
Her head falls to her chest and she poses there, quiet for a few moments. Letting her soul seep back into her body through her nostrils.
Then Wuraola Sekoni walks off the stage amidst loud applause.


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The Tale of Superific Majestic Fantabula by AfroSays
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My hat is long and filled with a thousand tricks. Its length is ridiculous. It is striped with all the colours of the rainbow plus black. It’s a funny one, my hat.
I am a magician.
So you can guess how I look.
No you can’t. I’ve pulled together quite a redoubtable assortment you see? I made my collage-patched pants into a superific fitting shirt. It’s the colour of fireworks.
You guessed right! My shirt has been cleverly re-constructed to offer the service of fitting pants. I have nice colourful, mis-matched buttons on my bulge. A zip should be there but I created the most beautiful earrings out of them. I am fashionado fantabula! Perceive the sheer awesome-ity of my brilliance!
I smell like adverbs.
That’s what they always tell me, “Mr Fanta, you smell like adverbs”.
I don’t know what adverbs smell like you see but I guess that they smell like me.
I have a happy soul. Sanguine and altogether merry like my outfit and this soul is what I’m called to share every time someone wants to see my magic. “Fantastic Mr. Fanta” they’d say, “Show us some magic, would you kind sir?”
And who am I to refuse?
And did I tell you about my bag of tricks? I leave it at home. A real magician needs no tricks.
Magic. Is. The. Superific!
My hat? Oh! It’s for the kids! Today I was walking on Brightsburg road, singing my merry song, when a happy couple – a farmer and his wife – happened upon me. They observed me with a curious awe and called on me.
“Kind magician, sir? Traveling Kind Magician Sir?”
I granted them audience. My smile touched my ears and my forehead touched my sandals and my hat adjusted itself to the back of my head as I bowed to greet them.
“Hullos!”
“Good weather?”
“Yes, happy people! Good weather it is! Aye! And how may I help you on this Sunny day?”
“Our little John, we are having a birthday partay for him today. Would you be so kind as to share some of your tricks with our John and his friends? We have food aplenty and a place for you to stay the night”
I sprang to straight body!
“Yeeeeehhhhhssss! Mr Farmer and his wife, let us go!”
I took them both in each arm and we walked merrily to their cute little cottage. I had some fresh bread, milk and eggs and my hat had some too. They found it curious. Farmer whispered to his wife, “Maybe he stores some food there too”, I laughed. “My hat lives too, like you and I. Shall we partake of the partay?”
John and his friends played outside in the sun – hopscotch, cakery and so so. I called them together.
“Hulloooooooos!”
A horde of calfs stampeded in delight. They came as one, John and his friends.
“Want to see any tricks”
“Aye! Merry Magician sir!”
“Call me Mr. Fanta, I loved to be called so”
“Aye! Mr Fanta sir!”
“I have a thousand tricks and ten thousand magicks but I have a favorite for little kids. Want to see?”
“Yehhhhhsss! Show us kind sir!” “Magick us Mr. Fanta!” “Share your tricks Mr. Fanta!”
“Do as I tell you. DO SO OR NO TRICKS! NO MAGICK!”
“We shall obey your instructions, kind sir!”
“Hold your tongue out! Hold it to your lips, with both hands”
I showed them how and then they followed. Slowly at first, but eventually they all did.
“Unhold it now”
They could not. I pointed at them all and laughed. Some started crying; they sounded funny. A few ran around with both hands attached to their tongue, obviously frustrated at my mild joke.
Some stayed. Curious.
“Do you want me to help you unhold your tongue?”
They all nodded. None of them held at heart their good spirits from earlier. Why didn’t they get my joke?
“Mr. Superific Majestic Fantabula shall perform the grandest trick ever! Just for kids!”
The top of my hat opened and sunlight flew in several directions as two big pairs of milk-dripping scissors floated out. Fast. Sharp.
“UNHOLD!”
The scissors chased down John and all his buddies. Quickly and helped them. It was a grand trick and I cannot fathom for the life of me why John and all his friends were cross. They ran all over the bright red and green in random see-saws, wailing.
I had other tricks to share. I would make them delirious with gladness.
“Hulloooooooos!” I called out to Farmer and his overly excited wife at the mouth of their cute cottage. She was crying at the beauty of my creation. His mouth hung open.
“Join me please, let’s get the calves together, I have 998 more tricks, we have just begun this partay!”
Out of my hat floated 998 milk dripping needles. I smiled.
“This, Sir Farmer and Madame Farmette, is not just for kids.”
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69 Responses to “Bizarre Entertainment”

  1. phantompages Says:

    yaay first! LOVED BOTH STORIES! though afro says’s one was more light hearted.

  2. terdoh Says:

    Lessons learned.

    1. If the child is a girl, kill it! Especially if it has big eyes and a long face and your grandmother doesn’t like it.

    2. Don’t meet a ‘magician’ on the road and ask him to perform at your party. Cheap basterd agreed to do it for some agege bread and Nunu milk.

    *sigh*

    I loved the horror in both stories. Afro and Betty are superb!

  3. papyrusczar Says:

    Yes!!!! I like this 😀

  4. Genesis Says:

    The Magician… The embodiment of madness… The pure spirit of Actuality without knowledge. … And the demon dance… *crawls under bed and sips holy water* … The darkness in both tales… Superbly woven and narrated in great style. Genesis Liketh! 😀

  5. gretel Says:

    wowwww,the two of them sorta scared me,was holding my breath. i like them.

  6. Okeoghene Says:

    Now when I see small framed girls with brown eyes with a presence about them I hope it wont cross my mind that they are evil. And clowns….. No more clowns for me. This was definitely spooky

  7. keetkat Says:

    I’m always excited when y’all have a new blogpost ^_^ ..i loved the first stowie, i knew the girl wasn’t really evil.. she was just portraying a character.
    I still dont really get the 2nd story though lol

  8. AlterMason Says:

    Afrosays just reminded me of Sucker Punch. *sigh* o_O yeah I’m freaked out. My first time here. Those farmers are cheapskates. Great stories. 😀

  9. AlterMason Says:

    *Demon Dance……not afrosays

  10. ayodeggio Says:

    CHOI!!! “998 MORE TRICKS”?????? *pleading the blood* x_X

  11. Glory Says:

    I’ve always had a clown/magician paranoia so thanks AfroSays, you just made it worse. & DarkBetty’s story sounds very much like a handful of talented dancers; we know they have ‘help’. Exquisite story writing, (Y).

  12. TheMentalMosaic Says:

    Very brilliant stories! (Y)

  13. awizii Says:

    I adore Pemi’s story.Two movies come to mind here: Sucker Punch and Black Swan, but more Black Swan than sucker punch because the girl loses herelf in the character so much that the performance is beyond perfect….I love it..

    I love the use of medieval English in Bankole’s story….hope I got that right though…but I fear that the trick Mr Fanta would eventually perform would turn out to be a tragedy…there’s something scary there.

    Awesome.

  14. TheDharkOne Says:

    First; Was superb and delirious, and pretty scary.
    Second; Nothing scares me more than a bright colorful ‘thing’ with a cold dark heart (Dolores Umbridge, perhaps). Impressive language too.
    As a writer, I have learnt a few today. Thanks yous, Sir Fanta and Maam Ogbanje.

  15. kponja Says:

    Y’all should put a notice: ‘To be read with the lights off!’

    Loved the Demon Dance, its like 2 stories at the same time. 1st she could’ve actually merged with the spirits or 2nd she was deep into the performance, like the Black Swan. Either way the performance looks beautiful to the audience, with no idea of the dark lurking on the stage.

    Absolutely love it!

  16. Ekwe Says:

    haha.is it funny that I found the first story…funny? I really don’t get the second story either. I really think it was too cheerful for the partially-understood spookiness that resulted in the end.good writing 🙂

  17. Ekwe Says:

    oh yeah…the first one makes me think suckerpunch…and makes the same mistake(?) of not baring the dance to us or telling us what the audience felt about it so we can leech the excitement from them. still, excellent form. makes me think suckerpunch…and makes the same mistake(?) of not baring the dance to us or telling us what the audience felt about it so we can leech the excitement from them. still, excellent form.

    • Betty Says:

      I didn’t want to play up on the audience’s reaction as it was obvious they were enthralled (hence the loud applause).
      I wanted the focus to be on the actor/dancer’s ‘use’ of her scene- a connection that the watchers are unaware of.
      But thanks, I do understand what you mean. 😀

  18. foluwa Says:

    Nice one pemi, acting is her medium of communicatn wit ha sisters! It reminds me in a way of ‘black swan’. Very good piece tho!

  19. i_rep_mars Says:

    Lesson learnt: FLEE AWAY FROM ALL APPEARANCES OF MAGIC OT MYSTICAL POWERS ON OR OFF STAGE! Lol. Both stories were Fantastic/Fantabula! 😀 Great job, guys. Your gift is one of a kind (Y)

  20. Damn! I’m convinced that Afro smokes something on Fridays I don’t know what it is but I know its somewhere betweeen weed and heroin maybe the same stuff Usain Bolt is on…
    Betty! You come again… It’s been a while you ‘wowed’ me like so! With all the spirits from yonder!
    Why are u guys so effing brilliant?!
    Yours makes my blog look like child’s play!!
    Oh! it is child play… *shrugs*

  21. MzLucyM Says:

    Amazing! Just amazing! Both stories r a lot!!!

  22. Oh my! Such weird evilness. Me likey!

    The first story was beautifully dark, but the second one was just fantastic. So much darker because of that happy-go-lucky feel to it. Just crazy evil.

    Afrosays, Betty, thank you for this.

  23. t3niola Says:

    Lol, love it, the second story was very funny, the first creepy, both beautifully written 🙂

  24. freakyjoangeL Says:

    LoOove d first story.
    Ogbanje and tins. X_X

  25. The Smurfette Says:

    wow…brilliant both were breathtakingly brilliant !

  26. iamsamsie Says:

    Hey..that’s cute..both of them.

  27. @lebar_ Says:

    Just reading this even at this time, is still spooky *looking around*….. I think the story is incredible and lesson learnt “Beware of long faced, big eye-balled pple, they are not fantabula!! #bye 😀

  28. I really don’t like reading long stuffs, but I must comment, it was worth the time.. Thumbs up! Bless 😉

  29. Xbone Says:

    Ok. I dinno want to read it earlier ooo…bt dang!!! Yall are madly wierdly goodly good n i FUCKIN love it!!!

  30. ThinkTank Says:

    Color me impressed.

    Neither story was spooky to me (probably because my mind conjures up such images on an hourly basis) but they are beautiful. Just beautiful.

    Betty – love the reality switch. Unexpected. Crisp and engaging. Love the style.

    Banxman – Tuale! I owe you a vanilla, lime, and vodka coctkail for this. You’ve created a character that I love completely! Three cheers for magic and madness!!!

  31. Kesh Says:

    I like.I like Asake. And Mr Fanta too. 🙂

  32. ibetapassmynebo Says:

    Amazing great nice stories….
    Always get scared opening ds blog dunno y…lool

    Btw thank God there aint no big eyed person in my family lool
    Ll’d jus be lookin at dem somehow now. . .

  33. axlrand Says:

    ”But she doesn’t see the bright lights; she sees a dark sky. She is no longer in the auditorium, she feels the wet grass underneath her feet instead and the cool night breeze whirl around her. They are ready”
    Okay. this got me curious. Who’s they?
    ”Her sisters were always there, waiting. It was this way she got to be one with them. In front of an unsuspecting audience. She was born for this- to be one with them. On this altar, they perform the ritual of their communion; their little dance of union”
    Well, well. Asake uses the guile of the stage to actually communicate with the spirit world? The audience sees an actress, she sees a spiritism conduit. Love the fact that things aren’t always what they appear to be. Maybe grandma would have discovered her shenanigans tho, just saying. Brilliant!

  34. axlrand Says:

    “This, Sir Farmer and Madame Farmette, is not just for kids.” at the 3rd read, i still for the life of me can’t get this. i get spooky foreboding though…

  35. highlandblue Says:

    😀 Why I am smiling I have no idea.

  36. Chidinma Says:

    I love both stories (even though they make me shudder a little). Betty dear, I love how your character embraces her darkness and even takes advantage of it to be the sensational actress.

    Lol..and the Fantastic Mr. Fanta..what grim humor! I love how you make the darkness playful. Lmao..I’d hate to have you at my kid’s party. Lesson learned: Never bring home stray magicians! Keep up the good work! *Off to read older posts*

  37. zoey Says:

    Chei!! Winch oh!!! Lol
    Very well written, iLike a lot.
    Monsieur fanta reminds me a lot of the evol count olaf!!!!
    Good job folks!! (Y)

  38. MzLoulette Says:

    The first story literally gave me goosebumps, but the second one is pure genius. I’ve never seen madness better described, or more disturbingly either. Unbelievable literature. Goodness me!

  39. GranmaLuwie Says:

    *now adding betty to the list*
    lovely read. scary and confusing though. Those poor kids….sigh* .v always hated magicians. iyama ppl.

  40. Night_Crawlr Says:

    I like the first story. Nice.

    I LOVE the second story! Much more darker than the first. I love the character of Mr. Fantabula! A crazy-happy-evil kind of person.
    He’s kinda like the Joker only that he is a magician.

    “She was
    crying at the BEAUTY of my
    creation.” i like this
    I think the “dripping of milk” part was to make it more cheerful (instead of the regular, blood). (Y)

    Saw the link to this on the #BestBlogFiction hashtag, just got the time to read it. Glad I did.
    😀

  41. Night_Crawlr Says:

    I LOVE the second story! Much more darker than the first. I love the character of Mr. Fantabula! A crazy-happy-evil kind of person.
    He’s kinda like the Joker only that he is a magician.

    “She was
    crying at the BEAUTY of my
    creation.” I like this
    I think the “dripping of milk” part was to make it more cheerful (instead of the regular, blood). (Y)

    Saw the link to this on the #BestBlogFiction hashtag, just got the time to read it. Glad I did. My first time here too.
    😀


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