THOUGHTS OF FEMOLAD

 THE WINE MONGER AND THE GOLDEN CASK OF ALE

 

The wine monger had special grapes from his vineyard. Tenaciously, he picked them and made the best wine in the clan.

 He put it in a golden cask and placed it in the barn.

 Season after season merchants came to buy his ale. No, he refused.

 It kept increasing in value by the day.

 He boasted to all who care to listen, how much his cask of ale was worth.

 Everytime he percussed his cask he boasted, "With my cask of ale, I'm richer than the city".

 After many seasons, he called the best connoisseurs to come taste his wine.

 

King and Queen, Princes and Princesses, the Noble and the commoner, all gathered to watch.

 

With pride, a mug in his hand, he proceeded to open the cask.

Nothing spewed forth.

In frenzy the lid was prised open.

Alas, there was only a solid mass. The wine had congealed. Spoilt. Worthless.

 

The city proceeded to laugh him to scorn.

 

This is not a story I read, it's what my mind concocted for the WINE MONGER of the WEST COAST.

Femi Ladapo writes from Ibadan Nigeria