Inu wa dun
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a_time_slipL'abe igi orombo
Janie lay on a hammock between two trees, watching the stars shine in the pitch black sky of night, her mind racing and trying to make sense of things. It didn't work, staring at the sky only made her think of all that was to come, of the life she still had to live and it depressed her further. She didn't notice as Lynn appeared beside her, resting against her Mother's shoulder.
N'ibe l'agbe nsere wa
"Mommy, stop thinking bad things." Lynn said, also looking at the stars and trying to decide what to do. This was happening with more and more frequency lately. "You'll never be alone because you have me."
"You're not here when I need you. I don't have anyone, anything." Janie kept staring at the sky, almost trying to will it to make sense, to fall into place like math did. The only reason why she wasn't doing math was because she couldn't concentrate on anything that required brain power.
"Yes you do. Stop it!" yelled her daughter as the ground rumbled in the distance. "You have people. just reach out!"
Inu wa dun, ara wa ya
"They're going to leave me. They always leave, move on, leave me behind." she said, ruefully "All of them."
"Make new ones." Lynn ordered "Better ones who won't leave."
"I'm alone, it's my destiny. In the end, it will-" Janie stopped, as a few explosions could be heard in the distance before her daughter spoke again.
"Oh SHUT UP!"
L'abe igi orombo
"I need help." she pleaded. "I can't on my own."
"That's why I'm here, Mommy. I'll make it all better for you but you have to listen to me." It was strange, a daughter ordering a mother around, but it happened often with those two.
"What do I do?" she said, finally looking away from the stars, and into the eyes of her daughter.
Orombo, orombo
"Brush my hair and sing to me." Lynn ordered, handing Janie a brush. "Like you used to do."
Taking the brush, Janie softly sang a song from her childhood, watching Lynn relax as she brushed through the soft, thick, mass of her hair. The ground stopped shaking, and the fire from the explosions faded into wisps of smoke, then into nothing as the song continued.
Orombo, orombo
Slowly, Lynn fell asleep as the verses continued, and the two looked like a happy pair. The night was calm once more, and the stars shone just as brightly- but this time Janie also had closed eyes, and started to fall into a light sleep for the first time in days.
"The oranges will burn." whispered Lynn, before the both of them fell into a deep sleep.
(ooc: A Nigerian children's song about playing under an orange tree. This is meant to fit for all verses)
Janie lay on a hammock between two trees, watching the stars shine in the pitch black sky of night, her mind racing and trying to make sense of things. It didn't work, staring at the sky only made her think of all that was to come, of the life she still had to live and it depressed her further. She didn't notice as Lynn appeared beside her, resting against her Mother's shoulder.
N'ibe l'agbe nsere wa
"Mommy, stop thinking bad things." Lynn said, also looking at the stars and trying to decide what to do. This was happening with more and more frequency lately. "You'll never be alone because you have me."
"You're not here when I need you. I don't have anyone, anything." Janie kept staring at the sky, almost trying to will it to make sense, to fall into place like math did. The only reason why she wasn't doing math was because she couldn't concentrate on anything that required brain power.
"Yes you do. Stop it!" yelled her daughter as the ground rumbled in the distance. "You have people. just reach out!"
Inu wa dun, ara wa ya
"They're going to leave me. They always leave, move on, leave me behind." she said, ruefully "All of them."
"Make new ones." Lynn ordered "Better ones who won't leave."
"I'm alone, it's my destiny. In the end, it will-" Janie stopped, as a few explosions could be heard in the distance before her daughter spoke again.
"Oh SHUT UP!"
L'abe igi orombo
"I need help." she pleaded. "I can't on my own."
"That's why I'm here, Mommy. I'll make it all better for you but you have to listen to me." It was strange, a daughter ordering a mother around, but it happened often with those two.
"What do I do?" she said, finally looking away from the stars, and into the eyes of her daughter.
Orombo, orombo
"Brush my hair and sing to me." Lynn ordered, handing Janie a brush. "Like you used to do."
Taking the brush, Janie softly sang a song from her childhood, watching Lynn relax as she brushed through the soft, thick, mass of her hair. The ground stopped shaking, and the fire from the explosions faded into wisps of smoke, then into nothing as the song continued.
Orombo, orombo
Slowly, Lynn fell asleep as the verses continued, and the two looked like a happy pair. The night was calm once more, and the stars shone just as brightly- but this time Janie also had closed eyes, and started to fall into a light sleep for the first time in days.
"The oranges will burn." whispered Lynn, before the both of them fell into a deep sleep.
(ooc: A Nigerian children's song about playing under an orange tree. This is meant to fit for all verses)