Rain bird musings…

Rain bird

“Today we heard the rain bird… the last time we heard it there was an unexpected early October rain in the middle of the night. We really need rain now…sadly it doesn’t look promising…. but we will see.” Goromonzi January 13th 2018.

The old diviner told me that the rain bird had acted strange well before the arrival of the unusual rain. It was as if Africa had had a premonition of things to come. This busybody bird had been calling his ‘du du dudu’ call of ‘the rains are coming, the rains are coming, the rains are here, the rains are here, the rains have been, the rains have been’, from the beginning of September – which was not at all the norm. The rain bird’s prophetic call was much to the surprise of seasoned colonialists like the old diviner, but had gone unnoticed by my white subtribe. The old diviner said you couldn’t miss the rain bird’s melodious song – it is like spring water glugging out of a carafe, he mused. This intriguing bird could have done a rain dance right down the centre of the Mine Club bar counter, nimbly skipping around glasses, beer mats and ashtrays, and my white subtribe wouldn’t have noticed it. I marvelled at the idea of a bird being so affected by a premonition of rain.

Allan Taylor, author, Luanshya musings http://www.amazon.com/author/allataylor

 

The old diviner told me that the rain bird had acted strange well before the arrival of unusual rain. It was as if Africa had had a premonition of things to come. This busybody bird had been calling his ‘du du dudu’ call of ‘the rains are coming, the rains are coming, the rains are here, the rains are here, the rains have been, the rains have been’ from the beginning of September – which was not at all the norm. The rain bird’s prophetic call was much to the surprise of seasoned colonialists like the old diviner, but had gone unnoticed by my white subtribe. The old diviner said you couldn’t miss the rain bird’s melodious song – it is like spring water glugging out of a carafe, he mused. This intriguing bird could have done a rain dance right down the centre of the Mine Club bar counter, nimbly skipping around glasses, beer mats and ashtrays, and my subtribe wouldn’t have noticed it. I marvelled at the idea of a bird being so affected by a premonition of rain.

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