Jiblah

Jiblah was small and gangly.  He wore a charismatic face and had a jive to his walk.

Nobody quite understood why his mother had given him this name, Jiblah.  It troubled everyone what the possible meaning could be.  The old folk would take chances at guessing and the suggestions that arose would reach far and wide. 

Some said it meant 'tiny elephant'.  Although he was small, he had the heart of a large elephant.  Grandpa would say he could hear the drumming of Jiblah's heart and knew that Jiblah had a unique sound to him.

Of course Jiblah's popularity soared amongst the people as he grew.  He was much loved by all who knew him and even those who met him.

"Jiblah, Jiblah", his mother would say with deep love as she caressed him.  She ran her fingers slowly through his thin, brown strands of hair.

He had the softest hair, his mother would tell him.  Like his fathers.

Jiblah's mother loved his father.  She liked to fix his hair too - his hair was a shade lighter.  They thought it was the sunshine that did this, as he worked long hours in the sun.