September 12, 2010

Visiting my grandmother on holidays as a child was an occasion I always looked upon, her water from the “Kula” was so sweet and smelt yummy I always smiled at the taste of it, not over chilled to blink an eye at the gulp back home from the freezer….
During a story time, she once told me of how nobody eased him/herself in the river, the river or any stream was known to be a God and thus much respect is given it… the God was nice and cuddly and so one could play with it thus playing(swimming) and that we always need a clean god in us(drinking water)
In the olden days, the KULA was a temple, a place the water was Kept, made with clay
But what do we see nowadays… The age of civilization, the age of “shit in the korle”……
I don’t need to talk more

I just miss maaame’s KULA