"somebody's taking their work too seriously..."
lol. nice write-up, op.

@whitemosquito
I posted mine on the contest thread. Hope it isn't illegal?

TALES OF SULE ( by: phate4rmercury)

The earth is brown and breathing again this morning. Each trail of our imprints as usual were gone with the unforgiving wind. I take a deep breath, I surely can't afford another today. This is the only way to know I am still alive.
I watch now as the turbid haze ride on skyward and vanish intNo nothing. A shivering tremor raced through my frail frame nearly crystallizing my lungs, and I felt like I was being torn apart into equal longitudinal halves.
I am not used to being without my potuture, an ankle length overall made from goatskin. Mom made it specially for me as a gift for my first trip which signified my coming of age as a normad.
Father gave me a bull which I named Koukou. Somehow, he went rogue and was always beaten and tied. One afternoon, I overheard Father and his friends talking about their next stop, westward. He'd decided to sell Koukou too. I woke at midnight to comfort Koukou as I always do but he wasn't there.
I realised I had to do something. When I returned in the morning, everyone was gone. They'd left me behind....
The first ray of the sun slashed my face, evoking burning rivulets from my eyes. I must have been standing there, gazing up for a really long time. The fog ahead had cleared and someone was pointing at me.
I woke up on a bed. My neck was stiff and numb. A swarthy man hovered above me, smiling.
"Welcome back..." He says.
A young girl hands me a steaming mug.
They said Koukou had died from his wounds. I wish I was there at that last defining moment.
I am lucky to be alive, the one who found me thinks so. He says the harsh cold wind is caused by harmattan.
He says they're from the west. They are different from us normads. They clapped and danced and sang every morning. This morning, they killed four hens. They say it is because of the New Year, strange. They speak my mother's language.
I try my best to not think of the past. The girl and I are now friends and she never stops calling me Sule. I don't know why, but I plan to adapt.

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