Ngwatilo

Ngwatilo rises

Dear World,

It’s 5.11am. Well before sunrise. I am awake. www.Ngwatilo.com is awake; we are here. It’s not long before sunrise I said. The cock that recently and magically appeared among my father’s hens is doing something I’d rather shout in your ear than attempt to notate: It would be deflated, and I suspect you don’t know how to read it yet.

It’s 5.14am, sunrise is a little closer; look out, you won’t know when it happens, except that suddenly I’ll be visible and you’ll be visible, and I’ll look up at you like I’ve been awake for some time, waiting for you to get some light in your eye, and see me, yes, but see your arm, and your feet and torso also. Then you might say stuff like, “I look grey today,” or “Lookie! biggest goosebumps Ever!” I won’t make you spell “grey” and betray your teacher, or tutors. I will be glad that you looked at yourself some; I’m kinda tired of hearing, “I feel like …” Naturally, I’ll be glad you see me – Ngwatilo, after all, means “to hold on to.” You wouldn’t nullify my name, and therefore me, by refusing to hold me, well, call it www.ngwatilo.com?

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It’s 5.19am. I’m making an strategic plan with which to meet visibility; what are you going to do when the sun rises?

NB: Ngwatilo.com live’s baby. We LIVE!
Sincerely,

Ngwatilo