The judge’s words had been crystal clear but much unexpected. “Since you have used the goat as your wife, Mr Ikponmwosa, you must marry it.” And the goat had bleated as if in approval.

Ikponmwosa had, again and again, confessed the devil to be behind his committing the abominable act but when shame came, it enveloped him alone.

The ceremony had been grand, sponsored by the community. There were many guests from far and near; curious souls that had come to have a glimpse of the thirty-four year old man and his powdered up goat-bride. Even the judge came and didn’t leave until he had had his full of goat-meat pepper soup.

After the ceremony things went back to normal, except in Ikponmwosa’s house where the devil had returned.

One very normal evening, Gabriel, a neighbor, went to borrow some butter from Ikponmwosa just before dusk. But after receiving his measure Gabriel mischievously asked, “How’s your wife?”

In a split second, Ikponmwosa grabbed the cutlass behind his door with one hand and Gabriel’s neck with the other and unleashed all the fury that frustration and depression had cooked up inside of him since his union to that bloody goat, hacking his neighbor to pieces.

He then calmed down and without even cleaning up, sat on a wooden bench in front of his hut and waited for the inevitable- a reality he would rather live with.

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Oga meneski, u see am too??
Chai, I no wan start to imagine am o

SofiaAmrozia:
Oga meneski, u see am too??
Chai, I no wan start to imagine am o

... Goat!!!!!!!!!!!!!!