AMBO THE MAGICIAN

Ambo contemplated the December sky for days in search of what the great whiteness reminded him of, until it dawned on him at last that gazing at the even clouds felt almost the same as staring at his computer screen after having opened a new, blank document. “Well,” he thought, then he took a magic pot of paint (he was a magician and the paint was a deep blue in color) and an enormous brush the size of an elephant, and thus equipped he flew up into the sky, and on the clouds he wrote this first word, “HELLO!” in beautiful, big, blue, bold letters.

It did not take long for a wonderful cheer to be heard coming from below. People on earth had seen the word! They had read it! They liked it! So next Ambo wrote, “PEACE”, and soon there was a lot of cheering heard again. And then as he was flying around and in the clouds, and pondering what he should write, he had this idea for something he thought sounded “pretty much universal”, and he wrote: “GOD THIS IS GREAT!!!” and he underlined the word “this” and he used not only one, but three exclamation marks. Now there were cheers again, but this time Ambo thought he heard some booing too. Maybe some people didn’t like it that he used the word “god” together with the word “this” or maybe it was all because of the word “great” with the three exclamations marks—maybe that made a few people envious?

There was plenty of clouds left to paint on (it was December right?) so Ambo thought he should write some more words, but what? Gift ideas of course! and so he wrote this one first, “GIVE GOLD” because he believed the price of gold would go up very soon (unless everybody gave it away simultaneously), but he didn’t bother to write that on the clouds with his elephant-sized brush, because he thought the smart people would get it anyway, and too bad for the others! But then he wrote, “GIVE POEMS” and with that one he laughed aloud, for reasons that should be obvious. Then he wrote, “GIVE LIVE MUSIC” and with that one, he thought that was enough.

Ambo drifted away from the city sky, because he wanted to experiment with his writing without having one or two million people reading what he wrote on the spot. Somewhere over the hills, with only a few cows and horses looking at him, he wrote onto the clouds, “I AMBO YOU” which didn’t seem to make sense, and then, “YOU AMBO ME,” which already seemed to have transformed his name, Ambo, into a verb, but meaning what?

Next he tried, “YOU AMBO AMBO” which probably meant, “you do-something to Ambo” and finally, he wrote, “AMBO AMBOES AMBO” which seemed to mean, “Ambo does-something-called-Ambo to Ambo.” I make myself, myself? or “I AM WHO I AM”?

(to be followed)

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[Picture: Communication device by reading_is_dangerous]