Fizz | An African Story

Bright blessings beauties! Bienvenido!

Moon Phase: Full Moon
Sun Phase: early Spring
Prayer: May creativity reveal your truth
Music: Lift Every Voice (cover) by kuwa jasiri (beauty)
Affirmation: i add play, laughter and joy to my life

I am full of excitement to share some new scenes for You Will Do Great Things | An African Story. Check out other writings by kuwa jasiri.

I was part of a 100 word writing challenge where i made three short stories as editions to the African tale i am weaving. The 100 word challenge was around the use of the word FIZZ. I challenged myself to make three scenes using fizz in the beginning, middle and end, one placement for each.

For context all of these new scenes take place after the original story.

Night In Nature
Fizz. A creamy sud oozes into a magnificent, foaming Waterfall. Oblivious as it percolates. Until the moment it rages, gushing. My twin is having a nervous breakdown!? Or a panic attack, is this their traumatic response? The silence of this wild place is hollow. As the leaves rustle, clarity pierces through my fog.

My abundance of offerings float on Volta Lake. I pray blowing a kiss into the Water. I lead Panyiin to the shoreline. Toes wide, laboured breathing, nostrils flaring, we lower to the Sand. Eventually surrendering to the shallows.

Ghanaian Burial
Back in the village. Our Great GrandGuardian’s funeral is in full swing. The wailers complete their third and final Sunrise sirening. Alerting the nearby Tribes with the magnitude of our loss. Mourners arrive as stories of our Elder flood every ailing space. The procession begins with a fizz. People bubble into the streets. Flowing garments and musical tunes. A bountiful celebration culminates with a majestic feast.

Cultural Appreciation
Taught to be humble, always kind. That the truth keeps us divine. How much protection can be in a lie? I weigh the consequences of my commitment to their direct request.

Relief. My twin, also sworn to secrecy, motions me to join them. Glad. We continue to build grass figurines, in silence, to reenact the truth.

Scared, things begin to align in my mind. As I embody our intertwined liberations, I collapse, gripping the Earth. Within me their culture, and conviction seethes and ferments. My reverence for someone else’s justice engulfs me in a wave of Fizz.

Check out more writings by kuwa jasiri Indomela.