On a cold and drizzling night like this, I cant help but travel the path of melancholy. The forlon hope of reliving the good old days of drawing raw luxury and warmth from the beauty of originality. Forget your car air conditioning system. I know it works wonders but if you once rushed to bring in the goat kids just before it rained and it possibly happened that it rained heavily before you could catch a notorious one, then you know the true warmth of the granary. In those days sheltering under a granary in the midst of belching and bleating goats was the real thing. I am not very bad in describing things but tonight, I lack the right words to describe this natural luxury. That of sitting deep inside the centre of the goats and possibly timing to grab the left leg of a young goat before it slipped out of your fingers. Then we would follow them under the bellies of their mothers. We went on all fours. The bigger goats didnt move. They knew we were not interested in them. The he - goat passed by with his noise. That of persuading their mates. It could possibly be the mating season. Once in a while, they didnt notice our presence and they could even urinate on us. We loved the smell of the biggest he - goat because it smelled big. We thought it was the best smell after that of the cows. But on a cold evening like this. I miss this. The granary is warmer than a Range Rover Sport. Sometimes we decided to take a nap. The goat droppings were very soft. We dozed off and someone had to be sent to pick us. It was fun. We had personal goats. We would milk them and take the milk un boiled. You wont understand even if I went on to describe. The smell of raw milk was top notch. Once in a while we used the stomach of the goats as a pillow. They didnt complain. So what if the goats afforded us such comfort and peace yet some men and women cant give peace to their children? Are you a good parent? Can your warmth match that of our granary? Memories are made of these. Identify precedes destiny.
Posted on: Thu, 24 Jul 2014 17:55:29 +0000