THE CLANGOUR OF THE GONGS...(Short story)

Abstract

Driven by the clangour of the gongs, the mellifluence of the flute and the sonority of the slit wooden drums, Oguejiofo staggered off his bamboo bed. He dressed in an overflowing jumper of a locally made fabric which hung limply on him. He had lost much weight from his illness and it was glaring. The sound of Oduma music from a reasonable distance filtered into his ears that morning and he could not resist it. He loved Oduma dance. He did it very well and was known for it far and wide. But illness had dogged his steps in recent years and he had not been featuring. His slight frame and knock knees were endowments about doing the dance well.