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***************************************** Mother ran with all the strength she could muster. The Beast gave chase. "Help!Help!Help!" She yelled. She was running toward me. I tried to run to her,to shield her from the Beast,but I was inexplicably rooted to the ground. "Mother!Mother!" I called,stretching out my hands so she could see me in the pitch darkness of the Woodlands. Luckily she did. She fell at my feet. "Kalu,please save your Mother! The Beast wants to make a meal out of me!" I looked at my hands. They were glowing. The Beast came to a stop before me growling,blood dripping from its teeth. It had a mangled face,no eyes and a monstrous set of front teeth. Then it came into the full glare of the Moonlight. I had never seen such wild animal in my life. And I was supposed to be scared. I wasn't. "What do you want?" I barked,trying to be brave. And then the unexpected happened. I sailed through the Air in upward movement,from which I looked down to see the Beast turn into a Man. He smiled evilly,looked up at me and said: "I've been waiting for you for centuries for you to show yourself.Now,I'll slay you,take your Power and Rule over Nations! This Empire is too small! You wait and see!" With that,he turned into the Beast-and ran off into the woods. Mother!Where was she all the while? The Force brought me down from the Air. Grateful to have saved my Mother,my joy turned to despair as she suddenly disappeared. "Mother!Mother!Where are you?" I called out. "Here" A voice answered from behind me. I turned round to see the beautiful damsel from The Pit smiling at me. She looked shiny and radiant,dressed in the regalia of a High Queen. She motioned me to come to her. Then I woke up. Akalazu was sitting by the window,that very spot where Oma normally sat. He smiled and came over to my bed. "Rise,my son. I think its time you know WHO you really are". |
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I huffed and puffed as I hid behind a boulder,two clicks away from The Pit. I was afraid,afraid of the fact that I'd get beaten up so bad and Oma would do nothing about it. I looked down at my hands. They were shaking. "That runt should be around here!"I heard a familiar voice swear. "By the gods,I'd give him his teeth to chew if I set my eyes on him"Another voice added,with unmistakable venom. I shut my eyes tight and muttered a prayer to the gods to save my hide this one time. And they did just the opposite. "Get out of there" said a third voice,very gruff and that instant,I felt myself dragged by strong,powerful hands. I was caught. I tried to run again,but trust these bullies to give me a good hiding. I turned to see a fist coming towards my nose.I ducked. But I was a second too late. The last I could remember was blood spurting from my nose as I sank into oblivion. |
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clean2:Oga,what are you saying sef Please be unequivocal. |
berem:Someone is scared for her life and you're obsessed with Jonathan. Smh . Most of your ilk here are not even concerned with trying to move the nation forward but only to throw some people outta government. |
***************************************** Like I said earlier,my name is Amadi,son of Obidike and Nwankenji Ikeani,of Ituluagbaka,Idumuje. I have witnessed eighteen rains. You can always pick me out of any crowd. I have really long hair,the type Mother says belong to only Mermaids. She had to weave it into locks and gather them neatly at the back with strong twine. Unlike my brother,I am lean,though I have the same colour as him.My legs have no "yams" unlike other boys,so they made fun of me and called me "Egret". I abhor violence,a rarity for the male species living in my time,and that also made me look effeminate to most people. They always said I was a girl in a boy's form. Well,I actually did not care until today. Its been four days since the youth recruits joined the army for volunteer services,both male and female. Oma was one of the first people to enrol. His matchless archery skills stood him out from any other. Mother sent me to bring him food at The Pit,since he hadn't returned home for four market days. I stopped my thoughts as I came before the huge doorpost leading to the arena. A huge sign in Nsibidi Language hung above it. It read: THIS IS NO PLACE FOR THE WEAK. I winced,shrugged my shoulders,pushed the door open,and sauntered into the Arena. A group of volunteers were seated on the sands,tired after rigorous training.I looked around for Oma,but I didn't see him. My eyes roved round until it randomly came to rest on a girl at the far end of the arena doing some archery practice. By the gods,she was beautiful in every sense. Her hair was silky black,the kind you see in the Wall drawings at Iyiani temple. Her gear let me see the curvy body she had. I had never seen such before,you can't blame me. That instant,the gods chose to shit on me. "If it isn't the Egret,who else?" That was followed by roars of laughter from male voices. I turned to see Akaeze,the Village Bully and his team,four in all. He had seen Twenty Five Rains,and he was the stongest youth in Idumuje. Before I could say corn,they were on me,carrying me effortlessly towards the Door. I didn't resist because it was futile doing so. Then one of them said something,something I'd never forget: "We should throw the bastard to the crows" Believe me,the anger I felt was enough to drown a thousand vessels at sea. The mention of the word "bastard" reminded me of my father's ordeal,which you'll learn of much later. My fists clenched,and I let Oma's food parcel slip to the floor. That instant,I directed my dangling leg towards Akaeze's groin. And I did it with all the force and the venom I could muster. He fell to the ground soundlessly,before he began groaning and calling his mother. His friends,not knowing what happened dropped me in shock,before they realised. This was my chance. I broke into a run,ticks before my assailants followed my lead. Out of the corner of my eyes I could see Akaeze yelling at them to skin me alive. My heart beat faster. I just had to run. |
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The kind of noise that greeted our ears was perhaps the most shocking thing I had ever experienced. War ?We've never had any in the last century...What exactly might prompt the hallowed Generals to move for war?Men,Women and children growled and roared,hitting their chests and making war noises. "This can't be good"Mother said,gently squeezing my hand. Oma,on the other hand,was applauding. The Smile that lighted up his face showed me he was truly happy with the happenings. Akalazu motioned for calm. All was quiet. "This is the first time we're going to war this century. We need all the help we can get. We need our youths!We need people of bravery and unflinching courage!If you feel you can join this fight,report to The Pit at Sunrise in four market days. For the glory of Idumuje..."His voice trailed off. "Everything must be done!"The crowd roared. That night,as I looked through the window at the benign moonlight that lighted up the village,I couldn't help but wonder how an old man like Akalazu had such a loud voice. Oma told Mother and I that he was joining the Army,but I am considered to weak to engage in manly activities. Well,I think its time I told you a little about me... |
********************************* Everyone was already seated when we got to AmaOdogwu,the hallowed meeting place of my people.It also served as the gladiatorial pit where prisoners of war were put to death through decimation by our own warriors. We shoved,pushed and harried our way through a mass of people just to get the best seats. Akalazu,my great grand uncle made sure we got them.For a wizened old man who had witnessed a hundred and forty rains,he lasted more than any of his mates. The other surviving member of his age group,Ideani, cannot even rise from his bed. Akalazu is greatly respected through out the ten hamlets that make up Idumuje. A famed wrestler,warrior and fighter,Akalazu's reputations go as far as Carthage in the distant desert region. He motioned to us to come forward and claim our seats,which we gladly do. He limped with his walking stick to the heart of The Pit,clenched his fist,and raised it to the sky. We all stood up and did same.He asks everyone to sit,then he began to speak. "As you all know,we have been "onigbo" (Slaves) to the Tuaregs since the battle of Carthage Four Hundred Rains ago.We have diligently served,toiled and provided tribute for them at the appointed time.We have given them no reason to be angry with us". Many of the men nodded in assent. "In capturing our King,they have taken our meekness and our obedience and rubbed in our faces!They have dragged the name of our fathers and our gods in the mud!Our people say that a child will only fight his father if he has beaten his child to the point of malice. The Generals of our land have held consultations,and we are going to get King Egwuatu back,whether the Tuaregs like it or not!You know what this means?"He asked. "WAR!!!!!!" The Crowd roared. |
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Two Moons To Annihilation ************************ ************************ "Wake up,you fool!" Urgggggh! I'm supposed to be used to this daily morning treatment from Oma. I open my eyes to see him in his favourite position,the window. Omasilimmuo, which is his full name,meaning "It pleases the gods" is my elder brother.Mother says he has seen twenty one Rains.He is a bit taller than I am,with rippling muscles and broad chest,unusual for someone his age.He is a really mischievious human,and he likes playing annoying pranks with everyone in the house.Mother jokingly calls him "the evil child that entered his mother's womb through the back door".Aside his petty mischief,he is handsome. Handsome to the extent that the damsels in his archery class call him a god. Mother says he got it from my father.She tells me my father's body was sculpted and meticulously handcrafted.That he passed it on to his son. But he's dead now.He died before I was born.Mother talks about him with a distant smile on her face. From all she says I guess they really had affection for each other...... "Still daydreaming,ehn? I ka na alo nlo?"Oma asked me ,splattering water on my face.I stand up,stretching myself and I turn to face him. "What is it this early morning biko?"I ask impatiently. That instant,his mischievious grin leaves his face,and is replaced almost immediately by pitch sadness. "Its the Tuaregs.They've taken our King". |
All Rights reserved. This work,or any part thereof shall not be reproduced elsewhere without the permission of the author. Disclaimer: This is purely a work of fiction. Any resemblance to persons living,dead or undead is purely coincidental. ************************************************* 988 A.D I stand,wiping off blood stains from my bent scimitar. My heart is beating fast. Behind me I can hear screams,shouts,taunts and boos. I ignore them anyway. They don't matter to me,not anymore. I am going to fight to the death. It is only a coward that would stand and watch his people get insulted,taunted,humiliated,enslaved and killed. I turn to face my people one final time. I see the fear boldly etched on their faces. Akalazu looks at me and smiles,a sad smile that had layers of pain and hurt heavily stacked. He clenches his fists and raises them to the sky. A way of showing his solidarity,the way we do back in the tribe. I nod in appreciation. Then HE came. The Tuaregs yelled and their war screams and ululations deafened me even more,as they welcomed perhaps the greatest warrior they had ever seen in the last Fifty Rains. Razak,they called him. The Merciless Slayer,they named him. His chain mail could tear a man in two in one swing. Yes,that chain mail that brave men from the Great Desert to the Hinterlands talk about in hushed tones. They call it the Takouba. Enough of the ramblings already. I have a battle to fight. Me,the village wimp two Moons ago,now leading Idumuje to the toughest battle she has ever fought. And I had to take down this skilled warrior without any knowledge of the martial arts...I,the clown...I,who the damsels always make fun of. I,who the elders of the land use as their major joke staple in hallowed meetings. Me,the butt of all corny jokes. I,Amadi. |
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morbid:. And who told you that Ngige is free from Godfatherism?Don't say what you don't know |
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Please be unequivocal.