From the look of disbelief in the faces of the people of Umuise, Osisiakalaka could tell they weren't pleased with him declaring the death of Chinelo's children a good one but he didn't care. As was his usual practice after waking up in the morning, he offered appreciation to the gods for keeping him alive to see a new day and then he sat down and waited for people seeking his help to come and they did.
Ever since Osisiakalaka had made a public announcement that he would be staying in Umuise for some days, no single hour of the day had passed without a visitor stepping inside the threshold of his shrine. Day by day, the crowd increased as the reports of his temporary stay reached new ears. Some of the people who came to seek his counsel were from neighbouring villages, others were from far villages, in puzzling circumstances that the few diviners in their villages were unable to solve.
There was once an irregular visitor that stunned Osisiak
"We should pay Okoli a visit," Ezeugo said."Yes we should," Okwudili replied.They stopped at Okoli's compound in the afternoon. Luckily, he was around, sitting quietly in his verandah and whistling slowly as he thought of his bet with Obisike.Akwaudo was the first to see them. Her huge smile filled the upper part of her cheek as she embraced them, separately. She welcomed them and told them to sit down."Thank you my wife," Ezeugo said as he sat down."Thank you my husband for visiting me," Akwaudo replied.Okoli stormed out in anger as Akwaudo informed him about his brothers visit. He tried to be patient as he thought of the best approach but all he could think about was his previous fight with Okwudili. When he saw them sitting comfortably in front of Akwaudo's hut, he stopped and pointed at Okwudili with constrained fingers."Okwudili! What are you doing in my compound?" He asked, wearing a stern face."Okoli, pleas
Okoli was not torn apart when his brothers left his compound, left him alone. As far as he knew, they had tried their best to rebuild their bond and he had tried too. Admitting that they had all failed was the best way he could have a quiet evening without thinking too much about what he had done in the afternoon— sending his brother away from his compound. All that Okoli was bothered about was making sure that the quiet malice he was having with Nnadi was brought to an end.From what he could tell, Nnadi's sad face was slowly transforming everyday into a cheerful one. Even if he didn't know what had really caused the change, he knew that it was as a result of a new place he had discovered.Okoli knew that Nnadi had stopped going to the stream because he had checked there several times and at different parts of the day— morning, afternoon and evening. He wasn't there. He also knew that he wasn't going to the grave of the two children because Chinel
Ibekwe did not follow Ifeme to the stream after the incident that occurred on the day that he made Okoli to believe that he was changing. The day that he left the stream without looking back to see if was following him. Since his arrival, Okoli had decided that it was best that they ate their meals on a long table, together, as family. Okoli felt that it was a good way of showing that they loved and cared for each other and he was very pleased with the thought of eating with all of them on the same table, watching them chew the pieces of yam or clench their teeth after a failed attempt to break a bone. The whole sharing a table idea felt different to Ibekwe, maybe strange, but it was a quiet, mouth moving ritual that he wasn't going to trade for anything in his new world.He cleared the dining table the following morning after forgetting to clean it the previous night. He removed the gourd that Okoli had used first, then the stew-smeared bowls, and finally he washed the bowls
It was late in the afternoon when the sun of Umuoku escaped from the gates of heaven and began to burn. Okonta felt uneasy as he waited patiently for his visitor to arrive. The last time his visitor had come, he had vociferously assured him that his work would be done in Umuise without any complications, and yet for some incoherent reasons, he chose not to believe what he had said. He could feel the anxiety that was swelling up in the face of the man when he told him that he could no longer continue with the act. An act that he felt was not worth the risk they were taking. All Okonta could do was soothe his visitor lively spirit with a gourd of palm-wine. He comforted him on the back and told him that the man they were fighting for, would be proud of them. His soul would rest in peace, knowing fully well that all the people who made life miserable for them had been properly dealt with. Every cause prompted by a just revenge was a righteous call from home.Okonta had longed fo
Ibekwe stood beneath the lofty shades of palm trees that gathered around a diffused area of land about a quarter of a mile away from Okoli's compound.Ibekwe what did you see in the black pot in Umuoku? Can you not remember what had made you run home that day? The voiceless words echoed in the silence of Ibekwe's mind.There was no logical way to prove that he had seen a black pot, Ibekwe knew. Even if he saw the blurry images in shades and had told Ifeme about it on the first day that they sat alone in his room, he knew he couldn't approve he was right. If he answered yes, that he was sure, it would lead to more loop holes that he was not ready to delve into. If he answered no, that he wasn't sure, the road was rather easier. No more thinking.As he stood alone, waiting for Ifeme to reappear, Ibekwe suspected that something about him wasn't right. If there was any moment when the little man and legal adviser of his soul was to take a stand and consult his
A village market is a village square, where traders set up spaces with boundaries while waiting for buyers to take a walk and browse their merchandise. It is also a geographical area where a group of people that share the common gift of gossiping come to showcase their talents. There is a popular saying in Umuise that a man who doesn't know the insect that stung him will never know the part of his body that caught the insect's attention.Somewhere in the outskirts of Umuise, a mad man was seen digging a hole, close to the stem of a tree. It is not frequently, we see mad men trying to pull out objects from the ground but what was particularly interesting about the object that this mad man was trying to unearth was the sad truth that it was a charm. A powerful charm that could render the crops in a man's farm useless within some days.Osisiakalaka was quickly called to action. He took the charm from a peasant farmer who had found the mad man playing with it when he
Ibekwe was surprised to see the long line of people which pointed towards the shrine of Osisiakalaka. The sun had just risen and from the look of things, it wasn't happy with the way people flocked where the diviner communed with the gods. In order to show its disapproval, the sun had decided to shine brightly on people, sending them hot rays that made some of them hide under trees or run home to seek shelter but a few of them were stubborn to leave and one of those set of stubborn people was Ibekwe.Ibekwe took another good look at the line and hissed. How long would it take before he had the opportunity to see Osisiakalaka? He thought. He wondered how he was going to see Osisiakalaka without having to wait for a long time. After two sharp looks, he noticed that the hut close to the shrine that served as Osisiakalaka's temporary residence was almost filled with people who sat down at the verandah and spoke in hushed tones with a lad that had been assigned to serve as Osisiak
Adaugo rushed forward and hugged Ifeme as they approached her compound. Her wrapper, made of red and yellow stripes proudly hung on her waist, shielding the region between her waist and her knee. She covered her developing breast with a different piece of cloth with a material utterly distinct from the wrapper she had worn. The orange tree which stood at the side of her mother's hut dispersed some of its leaves with caution as it dwindled to the sound of the incoming rain. A smile appeared on her face as she saw Ibekwe standing behind. Solitary. Watching the birds chirp while flying past the orange tree."Ibekwe are you not going to hug me?" She asked."I think I am fine without that. Besides, you have Ifeme by your side," Ibekwe replied."So you are still going to avoid me like you did before?"Ifeme interrupted. "Leave him alone. Let my brother do what he wants. You cannot force him."Ibekwe folded his hands, watching the little show that was pla
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The room was silent. The door swung open and James came inside, holding a book. Ibekwe stared at James and sighed. They looked at each other for a while before James sat down."I got some interesting information you might want to hear," James said."Tell me," Ibekwe said. He had been feeling guilty since the death of Ifeme."The same boy who killed Osisiakalaka confessed some of the diviner's sins to me. He gave some fascinating explanations about your history that still baffles me," James said, moving his fingers. "Is the name Isiewu familiar to you?" He asked."Not really. I have only heard my grandfather mention him once and that was when he told me to story of Umuolu's war."James reasoned with compressed lips. "Isiewu played a major role in destroying your family. According to Efulefu, the diviner slept with Agunwa, the daughter of a chief priest named Egwusinala. Does these names sounds familiar to you?""I think it does," Ibekwe said.
When James Streamer and his father arrived at Osisiakalaka's shrine with some of the people of Umuise who had converted to Christianity he was shocked to find a large crowd of men and women sitting tiredly in front of the shrine. He asked a young woman to explain what was going on in the shrine and she obeyed without hesitation."A great man has fallen in Umuise," she said with tears in her eyes."Who is the man that has attracted everyone in this village to Osisiakalaka's shrine?" James asked."The man is not here. He is far away from this village.""What do you mean by that?""His body is lying in the shrine but his spirit has departed," the woman replied slowly."What is the name of the man that has caused so much tears to flow in your eyes?"The young woman turned and pointed at the door of the shrine."Osisiakalaka," she said. "Maybe you will be able to tell us why your god has sent his messenger to kill the greatest
"What is happening to the family of Okoli? The news of death has become a common thing in Umuise." Chima said as the elders gathered in the village square.There were many men and women sprawled on the ground. None of them brought stools along with them. It was a day of mourning."What will the ancestors of Okoli say when they hear that his family lineage was wiped out within a week?" Chima asked but no one replied.The women sprayed ashes on their heads as if they were mourning the death of a chief priest. The children covered their bodies with sand as they wept and called Ifeme's name.After Chima sat down, the next elder who spoke was Ekwensi. He did not salute the crowd."Great people of Umuise, our gods have been offended. They have been desecrated and now they seek justice for the blood of Okoli. People of Umuise, we have sinned against our gods by sending a man that did not deserve death an
Ibekwe was thinking about Richard Streamer and what James had told him about his father as he approached Okoli's compound. He brushed the thoughts aside as he remembered that him and Ifeme were yet to bury Okoli. Now, that Ezeugo, Okwudili and Okoli were gone, it was the duty for the next of kin to inherit all their properties while ensuring they had normal burials. Ezeugo's body was almost rotten by now in his compound. Okwudili's body was wrapped with cloth and still left unburied. Okoli on the other hand was in the village square with his head uprooted from his neck. He was beheaded after being found guilty by Osisiakalaka.Ibekwe wondered how Ifeme would deal with the whole family situation as he passed a cherry tree. He had already decided to help him in the best way he could and James and his sister had also offered to help him too.He stopped when he reached Okoli's compound and took a deep breath.As he entered Okoli's hut, he looked through the du
Osisiakalaka came to Umuise as soon as he was able to leave Umudike. By his side were Efulefu and the young lad that was sent to deliver him the message of the elders. As he reached the village square, he drew two straight lines on the ground with a chalk and stepped on it. He gave the chalk to Efulefu who broke it and threw it in the direction of Okoli."May the gods be praised," Osisiakalaka yelled. "Let those who stand with evil fall. Let the men who invite the bringer of evil into their midst perish."As soon as Osisiakalaka was done, Okoli picked the chalk from the ground and started chewing slowly. In Umuise, it was a law for an accused person to chew the white chalk before spitting on the ground. It was a way of acknowledging the presence of the gods.Osisiakalaka ordered Efulefu to bring some sand after Okoli was done with chewing and spitting the white chalk. He took the sand from Efulefu and pou
When the first palm wine entered Okoli's throat, it dawned on him that his death was near and there was nothing anyone could do about it including himself.Outside the window of his small hut, a full moon had risen, dazzling and vivid, blotting out all other celestial bodies. Okoli gazed at his two sons that he had condemned, lost in his thoughts of all that had happened in the village square.He knew that he didn't deserve the love and comfort that his sons were showing him and he felt bad for not appreciating their efforts even when they tried their best to be the perfect children that a parent could have.As Ibekwe and Ifeme left him for the white man's hut, Okoli thought of what was going to happen to him when Osisiakalaka finally decides his fate. Would he be killed? Would he be thrown into the forest? Would he be banished?Outside the window of his hut, a pair of stars were dancing, lifting their voices and slowly making it to fade away. Some moment
Okwudili's body was brought to the village square a day after he was murdered in his compound by a masked man. By his side, was the lifeless body of Akwaudo. She was found dead in Okoli's compound the same night that Okwudili's life came to an end.Life means considerably more than just waking up in the morning and going through the motions of living in Umuise and for the first time in nearly a century, two people who were related to each other were brutally assassinated in the same night. A year after the death of a man whose passage into his ancestral abode was yet to be considered fair and devoid from foul play.It did not take up to a week after the shock of the two deaths had been accepted and managed before words started running from one end of the village to another, each bearing a tale with Okoli as the subject. It was difficult for any irrational man in their time to deny his involvements in the death of his wife and brother."Let us reason like one ent
The sad day was friday for a man who feared he had lost his children even though he hadn't. Rain fell slowly and the town was calm as the water poured over the roofs. It was a lively evening and everywhere was dazzling as fathers who had returned from work came together to celebrate the last day of labour for the week by having special dinners in quality restaurants with their children but that was not the case of the man who had not been able to sleep well since the day he heard his son was gone— taken away from him and sailing without his permission to Africa.Richard Streamer sat at the Billy Landy bar, remembering the night he had told Kathleen he was going to Africa. It was almost two weeks now and he was still in England sharing a bottle of beer with some couple of friends, and each of them bragging about their personal achievements as they ordered more drinks.He took a rumpled letter from his pocket. He had planned to send the letter to his