The Dreams

Dream 88

In our village, every individual was waiting for the letter that would settle their personal destiny. One day, I received my own letter — and read it to find I had been condemned to death by hanging.

Word spread far and wide, as was customary among us. The members of our village club met and decided to celebrate the event when it happened.

In my house, where I lived with my mother, brothers, and sisters, breasts were gladdened and all were pleased. On the much-anticipated day, the drums pounded in the club. I came out of my house wearing my finest clothes, surrounded by the members of my family.

But then my mother, separating herself from our state of mind, began to cry. If only my father had lived long enough, she wailed, to see for himself this glorious day.