The Reincarnation
The woman was bent over the still figure of the child as she tried to pry his mouth open so she could feed him some of the concoction in the earthenware pot she was holding. The boy turnedhis head away from his mother and let out a loudwail. His little three year old cry filled the tiny hut and the woman dropped the earthenware pot on the floor as she sat on the mat the boy lay on. She pulled him closer to her gently and lay his head on her laps as she tried to comfort him. “Akanni mi, dakun ma se mi bayi, oju kan epa oju kan ere.” She pleaded with him in Yoruba in a tear filled voice as she begged the sick boy to take his medicine.The boy’s father stood at the entrance of the tiny hut, his rigid frame oozing concealed tension. He was a tall man and his face held the weather-beaten look of a man who spent most of his time outdoors. His hands were roughened from many years of working as a farmer and his muscles well developed from lifting heavy objects. His heart felt li...