Uncle desperately watched the departing figure of Kwadjo as a strong sense of discontent plunged from his inner self making a huge impact on his character. He felt depressed at the same time and under the concealment of his true emotions, one could at least discern an intense ripple of grim wounds slowly resurfacing as if a catalyst strong enough has made way tearing them all out.
The overall result was a brisk, homogenized mix of blanch and sympathy - fear of own internal troubles, and sympathy for potential consequences.
On top of the mystic tree, the village head continued to stare fixedly in the direction Kwadjo went even when awhile, distance had further advanced his steps making him invisible now to a view. Purpose?? It seems like something about he and Kwadjo's meeting a second ago, had hit hard on a hidden kernel within him; stripping him off every security measure, thereby leaving him helpless to the accordance result which was his mood swings.
The misty sky was quick changing in colour as a wider stretch of radiant blue painted it , emitting a strong and profound sense of artwork. It was as if a passionate painter who comes from nowhere had just soaked the sky with a favourite colour of blue rendering it an exquisite creation, and the splatter, also soaking the clouds which folded over and merged with each other, equally rendering them blue and brilliant. Resulting the sky to show the blemishless mark of beauty, extending its radiant glow beneath to Yen Kwan village which to the seeing eye and mind, kindred a beautiful smiling goddess highlighting and bringing to the village a heavy sense of happiness, freedom, security, and glory.
Maybe it was because of the radiant glow of the moon, or awakening of awareness, but once the full moon made a hlaf-way appearance, the village head instantly cut tides with his surging troubles and turned to look up into the sky, equally bewildered. However that didn't catch an impressive attention for more than a split second, and behind the disheveled candy hair covering a face of few wrinkles, resentment appeared in the pair of unemotional pupils hidden. It almost felt like the village head was bound not to enjoy the sight of the full moon - something that is cherished by myriad of humanity.
There was a silent sniff, and a restless exhale, then in the next moment the village head heard himself talk, "every decade, the Aurora Moon appears once. And on such faithful days, souls are often sent on the canoe that sails to the village beyond - the village with only entrances and no exit. But this how can a shoddy village like Yen Kwan know?? Should it know, I hardly think even a pet would step outside without a second thought! Made more gravely by the status of the village folks. On this particular night is what our elders say, " a laughter coming vis-a-vis to external silence". A moment engrossed in jubilation and the next, souls being ferried across the river of life to the village beyond utterly leaving the living(if any) nothing to bequeath. This, could be described in the axiom, "a blind person walks into destruction without knowing". "
The village head made a pause and exhaled restlessly as if to show commiseration towards the blind. Afterwards, he shifted his gaze; the beautiful glowing village was filled with the cacaphony of jubilants, especially from the kids.
As soon as the village head's concealed eyes locked sight with the proclivity of happiness, freedom and elation, something snare about that gave an instant offset of reminiscing his own childhood. Concurrently, he also felt a very sharp unimaginable sense on a slight thought of what today is ....
In every household buzzed with eager anticipation, as parents hurried with preparations. On this particular night, children were Scot - free, all troubles of chores were taken by their parents duly. Because on this particular night, children became like long caged eagered bulls who had just being granted a way out. They poured out profusely and excitedly, 'ahhh', the feeling of coming outside during night time was truly endearing. The cold breeze that oscillated like a trave of cozy moments that one would like to preserve for eternity, made more intense by the glow of the halfway full moon, felt surreal and compassionate. Along with that, what was the one thing hidden trove behind tonight did children like most?? Freedom!
The Nkwa Dua(life tree) stood as always gigantic and shady at a corner of the village, beneath it there was an invisible force that kept it heavy with holiness, hence beneath it only truth was spoken. Its entwined branches had grown a foot long, and now the quick interweave of some branches created an embossment of a watchful eye appertain on the tree. Although this watchful eye appeared lifeless and unmoving unlikely to be called a real watchful eye, however the interwoven branches made it iconically animated, and morever horrifying to stare intently.
If one carefully traced the perspective of the animated eye's view, it could be told that like a judge it was deeply engrossed in the game of Dame right beneath it.
A crowd amassed around a table where two figures sat engaging in the game of Dame. 'The game for Kings for strategic battle planning'.
About 2 minutes has passed since The Great Game Of Dame began, under the watchful eye of the Nkwa tree and anticipation eyes of suspensed crowd with not yet a decided winner. It seemed that the crowd were more eager to crown a winner more than the two players themselves.
"Hmm, well playing game, indeed I have to agree that you are very wise and have a clear sense of perception. Should you be my age, you needn't a split second to defeat any opponent"
"You flatter me, mr. Owusu. Actually this game I have played since childhood with both my mother and uncle, so it's normal I can be a little tactical"
"Hahaha, don't face the otherwise of yourself, elders say " It is the severely crooked wood that reveals the (true) sculptor". With this it could arguably be told that your mastery skill has being carved by your ability to handle and understand this complex game, not just playing long. Kwadjo, you're exceptional. Tell me how do you play this??"
Kwadjo made a face of pleasure, then began as they played " one thing I keep reminding myself is that this game is not a game just for fun, but rather a revolutionary stage between life-and-death. Therefore it must be played with kid gloves. It is like a careful dance which must align accordingly with the rhythm of the beating drums; serious tactical errors ought to be limited any way possible. I go by 4 laws, and the first two respectively are: examining my opponent's strength and then implying a cardinal strategy 'truce'. Nevertheless, I don't initiate truce immediately after I have done some homework on my opponent's strength, I feign prowess by sending a few seeds forward tempting my opponent to think I have seen his weakness in the wrong. There like just now, you would launch a counterattack subconsciously, preventing me from penetrating into your defense. When that occurs too, my opponent would grow a little superior, because the lost of a soldier on the battle field is tantamount to the creation of a loose impact, presumably opening a gateway for penalty against the victim while favouring the attacker"
" That's when my opponent, using my loss as a bait goes on to capture the front line of my soldiers by hook or crook, forgetting he has let loose of his rear. He exempts massive pressure to make this move, since a chance has being paved. And in a battle, chances are taken as the product from which the victory side feeds. This proves as an advantage with my manipulation skill, however it can also be a real winning method when faced with a brilliant opponent like you. And that is why I apply Truce. A key strategic method often used in warfare. With this, I size up, make a plan on my next offensive strike influenced by stable intelligence, I thereby boost my logistics, solidifying my line of defense, taking in the potential consequences of the loss of my soldiers...."