
Tin Kin Raaaaaally, your poor master is gone.
Tinkin Rinkin Tink Bamb,
Tinkin Rinkin Tink Bamb. Kinte went on tearing at the tree with her teeth. The hunter sang still: Tin… Kin… Roooooooll…
Tin Kin Raaaaally, your poor master is gone.
Tinkin Rinkin Tink Bamb,
Tinkin Rinkin Tink Bamb. By then the witch’s sharp teeth had almost succeeded in chopping down the tree, and it was leaning to one side and threatening to collapse to the ground. The hunter broke into tears and yet he sang. Meanwhile, at Kinte’s hut, the dogs were still sound asleep. Indeed, ever since they had eaten, none of them had even moved a muscle. Now their master was surely going to die without their protection. In the forest the tree grew thin as a needle, but because it was leaning against another tree stouter and bigger than it, it hadn’t yet fallen. Suddenly, there was a miracle. The dogs, as though they had heard their master’s voice, instantly sprang to their feet and charged out of the witch’s hut. They stopped in the yard and listened, just to make sure they had really heard their master. Just then Gotokai’s mournful voice came along with the wind, and the dogs went mad with rage. They raced down a footpath that led into the forest. As the tree finally came falling, Kinte opened her wide mouth to swallow Gotokai. But in that instant the dogs appeared in a flash and tore her to pieces. Gotokai embraced his dogs and wept with joy. And then together they happily returned to the village. First a peek at Nollywood back in September, now some fiction… Our recent trip to Liberia has been good to us. Catch all the hi-definition magic this month on VBS.TV.