Forty cycles of seasons later, near the edge of Akanônu farmlands, in the Mekwele clan a wedding was being held. Bachanna, the leader of the age-grade of Ité, the groom was almost drunk. He had done everything to woo the bride, Ezinma, but she had chosen Ité who wasn’t even from the same village. He didn’t believe in love at first sight, but after discovering that Ezinma had only met Ité once before his people brought wine, the idea nagged at his resolve. Ezinma, the most beautiful girl, was slipping off his hands, and he was getting drunk as he sniggered to himself. He just needed them to get it over and done with. He could have faked an illness if he wasn’t there to represent his father. Continue reading Rhythm of the Wild Drum
Okpararebisi headed for the palace just as the second maid was running towards it with the sad news. He smiled mischievously. He suddenly didn’t want to kill his uncle right away. He was going to watch him suffer until he confessed. He raised a brow at one of the cohorts whom he was going to torment at dusk. He returned back to his body and was hit with the incredible urge to urinate. Just as he was about to pee, he heard footsteps that lingered. Peering out from his hideout, he could only make out a silhouette with a lamp and only remembered there were insects when he saw her slapping herself. A few seconds more and another set of footstep, faster, approached the silhouette. Continue reading Rhythm of the Wild Drum
That night, his brothers bullied him but he didn’t care he was planning his next visit to his Uzò’s house. His grandfather will be in mourning and will also be confined to his quarters in deliberation. All he had to do was get past the guards unnoticed. He would have to bribe his bath-maids. And he would have to wake up much earlier than his brothers. Continue reading Rhythm of the Wild Drum
“But you’re going the wrong way.” Eriri said, irritated.
Ónu looked at Eriri, confused. Ómalichanwa was scrubbing the cocoyam leaf like she did with her washing. When it was limp she tore it to pieces and buried it.
“You don’t know your compound?” Eriri asked him. Continue reading Rhythm of the Wild Drum
Everyone preened their eyes and some cleaned their ears.
Oche-eze opened his raffia bag and produced two calabashes, one with murky liquid and the other with white powder. He cupped powder in his hand then opened his palm to blow the powder in four cardinal points. He lapped some of the murky liquid and squirted it in four cardinal points. He dug the cowries out of his bag and tossed them lightly and did more incantations. Continue reading Rhythm of the Wild Drum
Before recorded history there was a land called Evóvuotu. It was so-called because there were two kinds of people living there: Okoruchi (the gifted) and Ehuehu (the ungifted). They had one King, the King of All Living Folks. There was also the King of all dead folks, but no one knew who he was nor was anyone interested in finding out. A select few knew he was in Rimeòku, his lair, and the doorway was guarded by a special sect of the wood nymphs of the Agbalanya Forest and only the White Priestess was granted a free pass to this forest. Continue reading Rhythm of the Wild Drum