Yey!! 😀The weekend’s rolling on, everybody. 🍔🍹🥂🍨🏖 🛵🏊♂️⛹♂️ As always, it’s time to eat and drink and take a small tour to the moon. Pick your collection basket and let’s go. 🌜😊
Here we go. Below is a brief narrative poem to spice up your weekend. Seems Jason’s grandmother (in this story) wanted to pour scorn on our weekly tours to the moon. Shall we allow her, buddies?
Journey to the Moon
Once upon a time,
in a land full of vines,
lived an old evil woman and her grandson,
a little cute boy – barely ten,
in a lonely hut, in a village in the sun.
The old lady said to her grandson one day,
“Jason, take me up on a tour to the moon.”
“To the moon?” asked the little innocent boy.
“Yes, to the moon –
to talk to our ancestors and to find some fruits.”
“With what road shall we?” asked the lad.
“The long road, uphill and downhill –
through the thick forest,
for what good is on the empty land but dust?”
So they took their baskets and some water,
and uphill they went,
and downhill they went.
And whilst they trudged through,
a fierce tiger came leaping forth.
“Fight the monster my grandson. Save me,
for I am weak and weary you know.”
So Jason stood up wild at the front,
and came forth the tiger, perched and famished;
it leaped onto him and pulled him down,
and the evil woman roared with laughter, saying,
“Now Jason, go ye to the moon
and greet thine departed parents.”
Terrified, Jason screamed blue murder,
but the monster roared in glee, beholding its fine food,
then quickly an idea came to him:
he scooped some sand into his hand,
and threw into the tiger’s eyes,
leaving it struggling to see.
And turning to his grandma said he, with tears,
“Granny, did you want to kill me?”
“No my grandson. I love you and never can.”
So on they moved and found some fruits,
and while they cut with their knives,
the old wicked lady held her knife silently over her grand’s head,
ready to slay her own kin,
but something pounced onto her. Something.
Alas! It was the tiger;
and when Jason turned and looked,
oh no, he was late,
for the spectre had pulled out his granny’s heart
and was feeding on it lavishly, wantonly,
so he turned and hurried home crying
to announce his grandmother’s journeying.
(C) 2022 Lamittan Minsah, All rights reserved.
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Did you enjoy? Kindly like and leave your thoughts in the comments section below. From Laminsa Indies, have a fabulous weekend.
Laminsa Indies 
You have quite the imagination my friend! Thank you for sharing it with us 🤗💚
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Very nice! 🙂
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Oh, so kind of you to say, Mary dear. Many thanks to you. ❤
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Oh wow! You are a great story teller, I had to read it twice to make sure grannie was ok, a monster or the savior…lol, great imagination you have (:
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Aw, ain’t it sweet to know that you enjoyed this piece, my friend. Granny is the villain, now justifiably dead – the tiger chewed her heart, hah. Now that’s scary too, isn’t it? 😄 Thank you many times for your kind compliment. I feel honoured. ❤
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Wow, this poem is exactly how we describe ‘Karma’ or as the proverb says ‘As you saw, so shall you reap’. When we think bad about others it comes right back at us one way or the other but if we do good the blessings is much more than we ask for. Such a lovely way to impart a beautiful message dear, have a blessed Easter. ❤️❤️❤️❤️
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Rightfully stated, dear Daph. As we say in my place too, the reward is just while on earth, to mean whatever one does bounces back either bad or good to them while they’re still just a live. Glad you found the message. Thank you and have a lovely and wonderful Easter too. ❤❤❤❤
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Truly said my friend, truly said. You’re most welcome, I hope you had a blessed Easter. ❤️✨
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Yes, I’ve had an awesome one, and you? ❤
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I had a very blessed one 💖😊
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That’s indeed wonderful to know, dear ❤
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🥰💞🌸
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The breadth and scope of this write is vast, and wonderfully expressed, Lamittan. ❤️
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What a lifting and insightful comment, dear Jeff. Many thanks to you indeed. You support is the highlight of my writing ❤❤
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I’m so happy and honored this is so, dear Lam. You’re most welcome, my dear friend. Always. ❤️❤️
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Indeed. 🙏❤❤🙏
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Wow. What a vivid story told in this poem, Lamittan. You have a wonderful imagination. Well done.
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Thank you many times, dear D. Wallace. You have captured my heart with this comment. Amazing! 🌟🌟🙏
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oh no, I was eating my breakfast Lam and choked on Grandmothers heart but at least it wasn’t part of Jason’s brain. Thank God he has his head on straight!
Where do you get that imagination of yours?
Wait, dare I ask?
😂😂😂
Let’s just say I may not be visiting anytime soon.. lol 😂😘😘
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Haha… oh no, i hope you didn’t make a multicolour yawn 😂😂. Jason’s grabdmother deserved it, for all her malefic scheming, a’ight?
This imagination just comes, C, been there since childhood rumbling like a ghost of gabratula in my head 😀. And I also partly give the credit to my mum who is a great storyteller too. Literature is just a thing for everyone in our family. I’m glad you loved this piece, dear. Thank you for such a lighting and gratifying comment. ❤❤
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Your storytelling skills is way up there.
Loved it!
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Oh, thank you many times, dear Maureen. It’s indeed my happiness that you actually love my writings. What a noble compliment! 🤗
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Wow!!! This is a GREAT story written beautifully. I really enjoyed it!! 🙏🏼🙏🏼💗
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Ever so grateful to you for the support, Tut. So glad you enjoyed it. 💕
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I truly did!! 💗
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An enchanting story, Lamittan: thanks for sharing!
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Glad you found it enchanting, Ingrid. Well-pleased, dear. Thanks for your constant support of my writing. 💖
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Always a pleasure!
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❤
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Evil doesn’t pay
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You’re so right, my friend. The best way to put it. ❤
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Good ending Lamittan!
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Thank you, Sadje.
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You’re welcome
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🤗
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Great story with a surprising ending ❤️
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Oh I’m so glad you’ve enjoyed it, Diane. Thank you many times ❤
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That’s wonderful!
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Glad it is.
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🌹🌹🌹
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Well, the grandma got paid for her evil intentions, haha. good story.
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Thank you many times, dear. I agree. She deserved it. Haha
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A beautiful imagery! Loved your way of expression.
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Oh sweet, so encouraging to hear you say this. Thank you. 😀
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Always welcome, my friend 😊
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🤗
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Incredible story, Lamittan!
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Thank you for showing some love, Dawn.
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Another great poem dripping in the lesson of karma. May sweet Jason live a long, happy life!
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Indeed. Many thanks for stopping to read and for writing such a lifting and wonderful comment. Long life to Jason indeed! ❤🥰
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Lamittan, I loved where your imagination took you! The granny got just desserts.
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Yes, she did. Thank you many times, dear. 💗💗
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My pleasure. ❤️
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This story reminds me of a fable. Be aware and wary of truth – And ‘The truth can set you free’.
The grandmother was indeed set ‘free’ to journey by herself!
It seems the grandmother wanted the journey, but not quite yet – wishing her grandson in her place.
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Yes. That sure is what it is. Glad you could relate and enjoyed, Jules. Thank for reading and writing such a noble comment.
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🙂
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