Tuesday, May 12, 2009

Of brothers and so on…

I was seven, he was nine.
We lived in Osu, and could hear the siren at noon.
I asked, “What is that noise.”
He took a deep breath and replied, “Consult the herbalist.”
He walked away.
Who? What? How? When? Where?
I stood.
I was in awe.
“How did he get to know so much?” I wondered.


  1. because you were seven and he was nine! old age comes with wisdom. lol!

    on the flip, nice collour pink!


  2. Awwww, brilliance, genius! Crisp lines. I love this.

  3. @Novisi, thats not wisdom, its trickery! Hahaha. Thanks for reading!
    @Nana, awwww, glad you like it.

  4. hahahahahaha, when u were seven and he was nine you thought that his knowledge of the world was mighty fine,
    come to find out he found your questions annoying
    and the thought of engaging in conversation with a seven year old boring!