Life in Poetry reading, writing, reflecting

Life in Poetry reading, writing, reflecting
April showers bring May flowers

Wednesday, 29 April 2020

⌗AtoZ Challenge, 27th April 2020, W is for WAZA.

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Welcome to the 2020 APRIL A to Z Challenge

Nearly there, Hang On, light at the end of the tunnel.

Quote of the Day :  
Politeness is a commodity that doesn't make the receiver richer but the spender.
Persian Proverb





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This extract from my novel in progress will appear towards the middle of the novel. Bartolomé is back up North and settling in.


Brief synopsis of plot and characters :


Mathilda, my first main character, is American and lives in New York City. She is a student at NYU where she is preparing a thesis on the origins and developments of African American Music. She is a first person narrator. Her timeframe is 2005. In my previous extracts, Mathilda has travelled to New Orleans, Jekyll Island, Hattiesburg, Florida, Savannah and Cherokee.

Bartolomé, my second main character, is Cameroonian and lives in Yaoundé. He is a professor of Mathematics at the University there. I will be using a third-person narrator for this character from his Point of View. His timeframe is the early '90's. In my previous extracts, Bartolomé has made a trip up North for his grand-father's funeral and decided to leave Yaoundé behind for good. He is now a school teacher in Kidissi.

W is for WAZA National Park

The tires of the mini-van crunch on the rocks of the track and the vehicle jostles as it hits the many holes in the dirt. Patches of mud are starting to gather with the rainy season so at times the wheels wiz to break unstuck from the puddles. The children are chatting away excitedly at taking a trip out of the village. Bartolomé is speaking with the driver cum guide and looking over the savanna trying to distinguish in the misty light the vegetation and wildlife that Felix is pointing out to him.
A hawk swoops down from an acacia tree and plunges into the tall grass, reserving with a small rodent, probably a weasel of some sort. A few antelope graze further afield and a herd of zebu twitch their horns to fend off flies.

" With a bit of luck, we'll catch sight of a  lionness. It's only 6.30 and the heat won't rise until 10 or so at this time of the year; they won't be seeking shade just yet," says Felix.
" How many prides are there in the park ? " Bartolomé asks.
" The Waza keepers have numbered them at 10 prides with up to eight lions each including the cubs. But of course, they roam in and out of the park, even crossing over to Chad and Nigeria occasionally so it's easy to lose track of them."
" I read that in other parks in Africa, they have started to mark them with a clip on the ear."
" Yes, well here we don't have any sophisticated means to do that yet. But I suppose that at some point, we'll have to use some sort of device, as the numbers are dwindling. Even though hunting is regulated in the park, we can't avoid the poaching that goes on outside. Inch'Allah it's not as bad as in Kenya and especially South Africa where anything goes."

" Look, elephants," cries out a voice from the backseat.
All eyes turn, first towards Aya, then out of the windows where she is pointing to. There below the branches are three majestic animals with a baby elephant, munching their way up the branches of a dripping thorned tree. One male has a set of beautiful curved tusks. They stand at about fifty yards away.

" Well spotted Aya, " says Felix, with a thumb up.

The party stares at the animals until the mini-van edges out of sight and the chattering resumes.
©susanbauryrouchard


Jacques Higelin, Champagne, 1975,
                           L' Amour sans Savoir ce que C'est,  Jazz à Juan 1989, here
                           Paris-New York, New York-Paris, Live Mogador 1981, here

Jethro Tull, Thick as a Brick, Live at Madison Square Garden 1978, here



Park National de WAZA, Nord Cameroun. My Photos, January 1989.





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Beautiful clear skies today, temperatures rising. 
28 degrees Celsius forecast for next week, May at last.

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