The Drummer Boy
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A talented blind drummer boy and singer moved from place-to-place entertaining people with his performance. But deep down there is an undisclosed unhappiness.
Why is Akin unhappy? Who amoung his friends can he trust in his search for true happiness?
Cyprian Ekwensi
Cyprian Ekwensi was a novelist, short-story writer, and children's author born in 1921 in Niger State, Nigeria. He was educated at Ibadan University College and at the Chelsea School of Pharmacy in London before undertaking a range of careers as a teacher, forester, pharmacist, broadcaster and film-maker. His 1954 novel, People of the City gained instant international acclaim and was one of the first Nigerian novels to be published in Britain. Since then, Ekwensi has been known as a pioneering icon of Nigerian literature. In 1981, he helped form the Association of Nigerian Authors and, in 2001, was made a member of the Order of the Federal Republic for his outstanding contributions to the nation. Ekwensi died in 2007.
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The Drummer Boy - Cyprian Ekwensi
1
A CROWD
AMONG THE
GRASS
Madam Bisi had just left the hospital and was making her way towards the foot of the tree where her taxi was parked. She walked slowly, and with that dignity which befits a woman who is happily married and owns a trading store on Balogun Street. She was not thinking, however, of the crockery, bicycles, and tobacco in her store. Her mind was far too full of painful memories of suffering humanity she had only just seen in the wards, especially of her friend Anti. Anti seemed to be in a terrible way, and it would require all the modern medical skill at the doctor’s Command to restore net health. Still, Bisi did not despair. She knew little about illnesses and medicines and she could not foretell what might happen to Anti. It was best to hope and pray.
She found her taxi waiting as arranged under a mango tree, but the driver had apparently decided to employ his time in pursuits less boring than sleeping at the wheel and the little girl Shola must also have joined him.
Madam Bisi leaned against the taxi, and in the intervals between sounding the horn and waiting for them, she allowed herself to observe the visitors who now poured out of the hospital in a never-ending stream. They were a mixed lot. Men in gowns, men in felt hats and English-tailored suits. Women in bouses and wrappers, women in high-heeled shoes and gaily coloured frocks. They were all hurrying, jostling, and scrambling to get away. Hurrying. That was perhaps the only thing common to all of them, their excitement and impatience.
Madam looked down the road to see what the rush was all about, but, making out nothing other than a crowd among the grass, she asked one of the high-heeled girls what she was in such a haste to catch.
There’s something there!
said the girl, pointing.
Where?
asked Bisi.
There, at the foot of that tree! Can’t you see a crowd?
I can see a crowd among the grass. But what are they doing?
I don’t know, Ma.
The girl looked very impatient to be getting along, and Bisi said, Please, when you get there, kindly look for a man in a white jumper and white trousers. He’s my taxi-driver. Tell him to come and take me home. I’m waiting for him.
Yes, Ma.
And as the girl joined the hurrying stream, Bisi added, Tell him to bring Shola, too.
But a quarter of an hour later, Madam Bisi decided that she had tested her patience enough. The driver was not forthcoming, and even Shola, who was carrying the food that Anti had refused to eat, was nowhere to be seen.
Madam Bisi went towards that tree where the crowd was gathered. As she approached, her ears were thrilled by the most exciting drumming she had ever heard. The rhythm of the drum made her move quite unconsciously to the beats, and she knew at once that the drummer was good. The instrument was unfamiliar. It was the kind of drum which West Africans call the samba, but which is really a tambourine, a little instrument, flat and circular, with a chain of bells around the rim. The strokes came out in a succession of loud thuds, at times dying down, at times rising to such a pitch that they drowned the voice of the singer. What a rich and tender voice he had. He sang about the rich and the poor, the suffering and the happy. He sang of love and death and good and evil.
Madam Bisi’s blood grew warm with feeling. For a moment, she forgot the object of her quest and stood near the crowd, watching them dance. The women had formed themselves into a half-moon and were now advancing gracefully towards the centre. Suddenly—as the rhythm quickened—they crouched low, and, looking "over their shoulders, worked their hips in short, sideways movements.
The soldiers standing in the half-moon cheered, came forward and put coins on the brows of the women. Gracefully neglecting the money which stuck fast to their dark sweaty brows, they wriggled on, until that wild rhythm stopped suddenly.
Oh!
Groaned everybody. More!
They crowded around the foot of the tree, shouting and begging. Somebody began to hand out palm wine to the women, and, as they raised the gourds to their lips, Bisi asked the man next to her,
What are they dancing for?
The man looked at her as curiously as if she were a new and interesting object.
What are they dancing for?
he frowned. Madam, does anyone know what he is dancing for when Akin is playing his samba?
Who’s Akin?
That’s the boy I’m talking about! Madam, are you a stranger here?
Having got that out of his system, the disgusted man left Bisi and mingled with the crowd. She remembered, angrily, that she still had not found Shola or the taxi-driver and that the time was getting on.
And then all