Saturday, March 21, 2009
Sunday, March 15, 2009
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
If You Give a Girl a Pen is aimed at helping writers achieve their goals. Where this one is more my journey. Things I do to keep the creative juices flowing.
So today, I will post a picture and write. Anyone who would like to join me, may post their story in the comment section.
Kali stood in the background, watching as Hiyem followed Paui. Today, Hiyem was meant for another. The Gelse waited at the gate for allowance into the village. Once granted, Hiyem and Amua would start their ten day journey to the lands of Bale. If they returned, they would be husband and wife.
Hiyem gazed at Kali for a long moment before he turned away. Kali knew he did not wish this for himself, or for her. She knew Paui had offered him in return of ten woluks and four bazen. With grazers that bred, Zimza could feed its people for many years. Hiyem had been sold to a man with a daughter no one else wanted.
Tears fell onto Kali’s cheek. She held her stomach, the start of a life that would
know no father. The start of a life of ridicule and castoff. Maybe she would be sold as well.
This picture found here.
Tuesday, March 3, 2009
The 'Middle Wife' by an Anonymous 2nd grade teacher
I've been teaching now for about fifteen years. I have two kids myself, but the best birth story I know is the one I saw in my own second grade classroom a few years back.
When I was a kid, I loved show-and-tell. So I always have a few sessions with my students. It helps them get over shyness and usually, show-and-tell is pretty tame. Kids bring in pet turtles, model airplanes, pictures of fish they catch, stuff like that. And I never, ever place any boundaries or limitations on them. If they want to lug it in to school and talk about it, they're welcome.
Well, one day this little girl, Erica, a very bright, very outgoing kid, takes her turn and waddles up to the front of the class with a pillow stuffed under her sweater.
She holds up a snapshot of an infant. 'This is Luke, my baby brother, and I'm going to tell you about his birthday'
'First, Mom and Dad made him as a symbol of their love, and then Dad put a seed in my Mom's stomach, and Luke grew in there. He ate for nine months through an umbrella cord.'
She's standing there with her hands on the pillow, and I'm trying not to laugh and wishing I had my camcorder with me. The kids are watching her in amazement.
'Then, about two Saturdays ago, my Mom starts saying and going, 'Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh!' Erica puts a hand behind her back and groans. 'She walked around the house for, like an hour, 'Oh, oh, oh!' (Now this kid is doing a hysterical duck walk and groaning.)
'My Dad called the middle wife. She delivers babies, but she doesn't have a sign on the car like the Domino's man. They got my Mom to lie down in bed like this.' (Then Erica lies down with her back against the wall.)
'And then, pop! My Mom had this bag of water she kept in there in case he got thirsty, and it just blew up and spilled all over the bed, like psshhheew!' (This kid has her legs spread with her little hands miming water flowing away. It was too much!)
'Then the middle wife starts saying 'push, push,' and 'breathe, breathe. They started counting, but never even got past ten. Then, all of a sudden, out comes my brother. He was covered in yucky stuff that they all said it was from Mom's play-center, (placenta) so there must be a lot of toys inside there.'
Then Erica stood up, took a big theatrical bow and returned to her seat. I'm sure I applauded the loudest. Ever since then, when it's show-and-tell day, I bring my camcorder, just in case another 'Middle Wife' comes along.