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The Madness of Sikakrom

The Madness of Sikakrom

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The Madness of Sikakrom: In the hilariously chaotic village of Sikakrom, life is turned upside-down when a dusty, old "prophecy" is rediscovered by the town gossip and announced by the local radio man, Kabelɛ. The so-called prophecy-centering around a mysterious talking snail and the color of the wind-throws the entire village into madness, comedy, and accidental wisdom. What follows is a series of absurd events: a fake ancient scroll turns out to be a grocery list, a hunter swears a snail greeted him, and a Bluetooth speaker in the bush is mistaken for the voice of destiny. The village sees the rise of a snail interpreter (a known conman), snail language classes in school, the election of a Snail King, and the declaration of a Blue Wind Festival. Belief overtakes reason as children speak "Snailese", elders argue over snail rights, and a trickster profits off snail certificates. Behind the scenes, clever students and a science teacher conduct social experiments disguised as ancestral warnings and snail speeches. Despite all the foolishness, the village begins to treat each other better returning borrowed items, helping one another, and reflecting on community values. Eventually, the snails stage a mass "escape" and hold a "conference" demanding rights, leading Sikakrom to grant full citizenship to snails. The madness reaches global fame when the village's antics go viral online, attracting media attention and even sparking a movie deal. In the end, The Madness of Sikakrom is a wildly funny, smart, and heartwarming tale about how belief no matter how absurd can unite people, change behavior, and bring unexpected wisdom. Through talking snails, fake ghosts, and one wise rooster, Sikakrom reminds us: sometimes, laughter is the only logic that matters.

Chapter 1 THE TALKING SNAIL AND THE LOUDMOUTH RADIO

In the village of Sikakrom, nothing ever truly happened in silence. Even when the wind blew gently through the baobab trees, you could hear Auntie Akos shout, "Ei! Wind paa nie? Someone is sweeping the ancestors' courtyard!"

It was a small village with big mouths, bigger dreams, and the biggest appetite for gossip this side of the Pra River.

On a Tuesday morning market day, mind you Kwadwo Kabelɛ, the local radio operator, decided to share some "very important news." He climbed on top of the broken community centre roof with his megaphone.

"Testing one-two, testing one-two! Good people of Sikakrom, listen well o!"

As usual, nobody listened.

They were too busy bargaining over kontomire, accusing market women of putting stones in tomatoes, and pretending not to see their debtors.

"I said!" Kabelɛ shouted again, adjusting his faded Manchester United jersey. "The gods have spoken! A prophecy has returned!"

At that, Madam Mansa the fishmonger dropped her tilapia like it had come alive.

"A prophecy?" she gasped. "Like, doom or blessing?"

Kabelɛ puffed out his chest. "A great one! The old scrolls from Nana Badu's time. I found them under my bed, wrapped in newspapers from 1974."

"You mean the same bed your goat sleeps under?" asked Kweku "Google," the schoolboy who knew everything.

Kabelɛ ignored him.

"The prophecy says this: When the talking snail appears, Sikakrom shall rise or perish depending on the colour of the wind."

Everyone paused. A snail that talks?

"Twei!" hissed Auntie Akos. "Is it by force to be wise? Talking snail kwa? What next dancing lizard?"

But the damage was done. The rumour took flight like a mosquito in a hot room.

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