Phaedra hummed as she ground the Sunflower seeds and dried petals into powdery form. The brew will soon be ready. A dash of mint, a whisk of rosemary, a toss of thyme, a pinch of cinnamon and a shake of turmeric, it bubbled gently.
The Sunflowers always bloomed with such brightness for as long as she could remember. Her rounded bump also kicked more vigorously whenever she hummed and mixed the herbs.
She smiled as she recalled her days as a child. She would perch on the high kitchen stool, while Nana prepared the different elixirs.
Nana hummed cheerful, dreamy tunes often interjecting with a little explanation here and there, to her numerous questions.
Nana handed out the little bottles to the villagers and advised them ‘to take 2 table spoons of the tonic with a smile, a pinch of gratitude and a shake of a leg.’
They always came back feeling more invigorated and asking for more.
Phaedra has become the medicine woman.
Nana passed on to another realm, but the drying and blending of her Sunflowers still goes on.
© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha
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