Wednesday, September 25, 2013

Day 1706

I am ready for battle if such is what he desires. My blade will taste of his soft flesh if such is his want. I shall know victory, for this is not for me, but for my people.

Friday, September 13, 2013

Day 1694

Whose blood drips now into the pond, in which I see a face beside my machete?

Saturday, September 7, 2013

Day 1688

His machete has taken down one of the villager's  buffalo. The hide dries in the noonday sun. He will make sandals from his ill-gotten slaughter, while I continue to walk barefoot through the village and tend to the soil and my people.

Wednesday, September 4, 2013

Day 1685

The village suffers for my forbearance.

Thursday, August 29, 2013

Day 1679

I seek not to harvest his scalp.

Friday, August 23, 2013

Day 1673

I taper the steel and sharpen the wide edge. I build a handle to encase the hard metal. With the tools I make, as best I can, I shall defend this village against its enemies.

Wednesday, August 21, 2013

Day 1671

Ahmed's boils have grown worse. I venture into the forest and forage for plants with which to make a soothing salve. I see the destruction wrought by his machete on the moist soil.  He is the cobra waiting in the weeds to strike.