Words Description Of Images At Riverside -By Abdulaziz Idan Bagwai

AfretI’d awaken, answered the call of Mu’ezzin, I heard a sound melodiously soothing, in a low tune which after every second continued to grow louder. As I listened I became curious to have the band on my sight; my pinna became my pathfinder as it locates me to the pavement where it collects the sound.

Here I’m, in the realm of nature, where beauty speak in its natural lingua, giving food to its admirers, quenching the thirst of tourists with its unending river of juicy sight. I was welcomed by the serenade of Pinches and the morning voice of Robbins, which for its sweetness even the England was found on an island.

My painful eyes was healed by the surrounding evergreen plantations: a Mulch resembling bougainvillea, hay of cultivated crops, a group of gingerbread palm trees bough to send me morning geetings, I vouge in response and stare at the other side where growing crops were dancing to the lousy music of the morning artists.

A group of white burds surrounded where I sat, feasting on flies brought by decayed hays. A paddling fisherman sent them up with the sound of his canoe, slapping the still-sleeping-water. I waved at him back as he sent me hi with the palm of his hand.

Tiny flies buzzed on my head and wished they were seen by the food-hunting tits but they were luckily not, so I chased them away. Again, on a nectar of flower I saw bees sucking and vughs hoarding food beside where the bees mouchpicking. Interestingly they all careless on what the other do, each oblivion by its morning business.

At the Riverside, there are so much to give the eye and thought.

NB: This article is creative, meanwhile non-literary enthusiasts may find it hard to digest.