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Characterisation:
Deglede
Fedeh
Geledh.
Ifa priestess(Iya Eleh)
Meisy's daughter.

Fedeh:
Where would we get a head for the sacrifice as arranged Deglede? If we fail to do what ought to be done at the right time the village would start to suffer the consequence soon, starting with my son.

Geledh:
It is all my fault, I shouldn't have troubled the gods where they rest. All I was looking for was fun, not for everything to be in kilter this way. This thing we do just like that back in the city, we take shots of anything and have 'em, you know, uploaded on social networks. Why worrying myself telling you all this! Nobody knows about civilisation or internet here, too bad!

Fadeh:
Shut up, I said shut up, you still have the guts to talk ehn! You still have the guts to talk about civilisation when the gods are all ready mad at you. Your mouth would rotten first, then your manhood, each part one after the other would spoil, till you leave this world behind bad to the gods for further punishments.

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Geledh:
Don't scare me papua, I am no kid, there's nothing like gods, those statute are just some artful works only and...

Fadeh:
Ah, artful works! I said shut up, I am your father and I command you to shut your mouth. I knew by your mouth, you would one day cause me trouble the day you were born, it looked long and coarse like a cassava stem. Be quiet ehn, shut it up, keep it all quiet... Keep... it quiet!

Geledh:
Ah ah! Papa, leave my mouth ah! Let me talk, I am telling the fact Papa!

Fadeh:
What fact? Deglede, you know am in boiling soup, this city son doesn't know how furious these gods could be when sinned against and not appeased at the appropriate time. He is my only son, others are females! Help me out friend. You remember what happened with Meisy's daughter two moons ago!

Deglede:
...

Fadeh:
Why, looking at me like that?

Deglede:
I know the number of sacrifices you made to have him, I am aware of everything. However, I have been to the city before and I have seen how life is there, so social, so much of interesting activities. I would always tell you to come with me to the city but you'd say no, this is a civilised world Papa Geledh.

Fadeh:
What! I can't believe this, what are you now implying ehn! I should go back home and go and take Iyan and Egusi, top up Emu and take one of my wives to bed, pretending all is fine right!

Deglede:
Be at peace! All is fine! I do not see anything wrong with the pictures your son took. Moreover, he'd deleted them. To be honest and to be blunt, I hate the blabbing part of your attitude Geledh, you don't just know when to stop talking. You are hopeless!

Geledh:
Not really, the...

Deglede:
Shut up, I said shut up, you see... Ahem! Listen, the two of you, be very attentive. I went to Iya Eleh's - the Ifa priestess's. I discussed everything with her, she asked Ifa severally, on what to use to appease the gods you said are mad with your son. She came with another thing entirely. She said, "nothing". "Nothing only", "the gods have seen how good life is in the cities and how pictures are been taken there", she added. I guess now, "the gods are not mad but want more pictures", she concluded.

Geledh:
Wow! That is what I am saying!

Fadeh:
Ah ah! Be quiet. Ah, this is madness! Deglede, seriously, on this one, I distrust you, it doesn't make any sense.

Deglede:
Well, I saw that coming! What do you plan we do now?

Geledh:
Yes, I have one...

Fadeh:
Shut up! Let us all go back to our Ifa priestess, I want to hear it with my own
ears!

Exeunt:
Deglede and Fadeh.

Geledh:
These people are so Barbados! And papa's own is worse, eh!

Exeunt:
Geledh.

Entered:
Ifa priestess, Deglede, Fadeh and Geledh.

Ifa priestess:
Deglede, I hope all is fine with you!

Deglede:
It is about the issue you helped me to ask Ifa about yesterday. This is the friend I was talking about.

Ifa Priestess:
May Ifa bless you! But I have told you everything Ifa revealed to me yesterday, haven't I? I told you Ifa said the gods are not mad but that they want more pictures. I don't, unnecessarily ask Ifa the same question over and over again.

Geledh:
Oooh! That is simple, I would go and take more when we leave here!

Ifa priestess:
And who on earth are you, who is that young man Deglede?

Fadeh:
He is the youngest of my children and my only surviving son, Geledh. He is the one who did what ought not to be done!

Ifa priestess:
May Ifa forgive you and bless you.

Geledh:
Amen ma!

Ifa priestess:
Ifa is not like us man, he talks in parable, meaning, in unearthly language or words, that he said the gods want more pictures doesn't mean you'd go there and take more shots, understood? Are you from the city young man?

Geledh:
Yes ma'am!

Fadeh:
Education has spoilt him, if I had known I would've pinned him down here from birth to farm beside me here.

Ifa priestess:
Don't be worried old man, everything happens for a purpose. To my understanding, that is how they do in the cities these days, all my children are there too, I have forbidden them from taken pictures of anything the gods or Ifa wouldn't like to share with the outside world when they come home. As I was saying, Ifa is parabial, what Ifa implied was that we should encourage civilisation in our village here, to be in meetness with the outside world. You see, the gods and Ifa want what's best for us!

Fadeh:
Thank you Ifa priestess. I am now at peace, having known the gods are not mad with my son and with our peaceful village! Thank you my friend too!

Deglede:
Don't thank me, what are friends for! Let's just thank your son, his mistake has given us a go to begin the journey to be as civilised as the cities are down there! We are blind before but its a thing of the past from today henceforth. The message of Ifa shall reach our Oba and all the heads in this village. We should start from there.

Fadeh:
Hmmn! Everything works together for good really. It looks odd and it's good at the same time!

Geledh:
Aww... The gods are not mad but want more pictures!

Exeunt:
All.

The End.
By Jodekss Gloatkenf ©2015

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I

It was in the midnight when utter somberness would gag the noisome wide mouths of the daylight and the clattering sing-songs the iron plates make as they pounce on the kitchen grounds in the night. Crows to them somewhere, in far distances, their dear oracles had revealed just of recent would take young horses eon years to reach, are cherished as trusted messengers. But to them here at Abule Aderibigbe, they are omens that something inconceivable was about taking place upon the roof on which it had cawed, at times upon the village over which it had cawed. Their elders in their priceless arts and wits in the course of their red eyes and reeking teeth had said that the chameleon excrete which stained your white regalia made us vex much whilst the earth beetles rolled the same with dirt into morsel with love to survive.
“The rhymes of this times are sure different. I can even feel the earth crust burning within the ambience of its round construct even beneath my flat feet” said the man as he wobbled through the dried path with the rustlings of the leaves leaving by sibilance of his passage.
It was the time of the year when the clouds, those four brothers, white wools holding the blueness of the heaven still would not fill back abysses lying between them in the looks of rifts. It was the time of the year when the misunderstanding around the faces in the skies would occupy the minds of those owning and manning the gate where rain sleeps so that it might run out and fall on them. It was the time of the year when the sun would come out pulchritudinous with queenie poses and quizzically poking gazes as she would stagger through the maps in the sky. It was the time of the year when men ooze reeking waters right from their armpits almost immediately they were out on a new day. It was the time of the year when hands might not want to close their tiny windows to rest in the night. It was the time of the year when kings would sleep right next to the sills of their tiny windows whilst their slaves do not sleep but fan them to sleep as the minions bathe under the heating hands of heat so they sweat wet as if drenched of the fall of rain. It was the time of the year when the sun would scorch the green leaves till they grow from greenness into the colour of the sun to fall for people like Ade to walk on to rustle for the airs to appreciate and make news of the time abound. Ade was a popular, good and respected famer and hunter who was always on his ways down to the farm as early as plausible. He was blessed with many children just from one wife. He was one of those men who would not listen to the items of advice that might not assist he was so stubborn. Friends and family had come to sit right next to him, even at times, to the face of his only wife, to encourage him to take in another wife. He would not listen to that as he had his own schema which he said he would never revealed to no one, yet as per bringing in another woman to stay in his hut.
On this day, as he was on his way down to the farm as usual, with his two dogs. One is Ajewole. The wife begged him to name the second one right after the time they met. She explained she was not complete till they met for he asked why. She begged Ade after a lot of sensuous teasing in bed and off bed to let it be so. He was left with no choice but to give in. So he named the female one Mopelola. He would always remember and fear women for their powers in spite they are as fragile as chicken eggs with lighter shells. He always felt awed in the head when he had concluded right in the head, in his heart and in his mind he was not going to bend to the words of women on some specific decisions but he ended up doing their biddings with joy.
The path to the farm looked filled with emptiness as he had only met an old woman trying to gather woods for fuel by the side of the tiny route to his farm. The dogs were far at the back and he would not notice that as he was far lost in the course of the thoughts on how to harvest next on getting to the farm. It was the harsh barking of Ajewole and Mopelola that drew the fitted nicker of this consciousness right back into reality to behold act. He ran backwards with all the energies he had thinking the dogs might have seen or smelt some big antelope around or some big snake that might fetch him some good trading by barter.
“Eh… eh…eh… hey… Ajewole… Mopelola… What is it? Which animal this time? Big? Small? Long? Hairy…?” asked Ade, with a gait and impression the dogs would stop to bark and would give responses.
The dogs barking began to drop in pitch as they had seen their owner around to handle the matter. Mopelola was the best when it comes to not giving up its stance facing the right direction the entity in question went for Ade to chase. Ajewole had already left smelling other paths of the bush around and was seen stooped and relieving his bowels.
“Alright, alright… I understand Mopelola. I understand. It went that way right? I grasp! It is alright. You can wait for me here” said Ade as he dashed roughly into the bushy side on the right side of the tiny path to his farm to have a look at the beast they have seen not that far enough from the village.
The ways they have barked were unusual. He was worried, maybe it was another wild cobra they smelt or so. He began to be stealthy with each pace he took so the rustling of the leaves and crackling of the dried straws and sticks would not make him lose that one shot he had left in the gun right across his back. As he approached, he would take some steps calculatedly and halt to hear or see the beast or whatever it was rustles the leaves on the ground, crack the straws or the dried sticks on the ground. He heard nothing. He walked a bit further around the more continuing in the selfsame approach and suddenly, he began to overhear the ground rustle, the straws breaking and the dried sticks on the ground were all reacting together simultaneously and consistently. He wondered what sort of beast it would be. He was a bit fidgety as he was trying in spite to bring to the fore, the gun lying right across his back gently to take the one shot left. He raised the gun up to his right eye targeting assiduously what he had not seen well. His right hand forefinger was already wet lying across the trigger and his paces were more meticulous than before to the extent that he was like a filoplume feather, landing on a calabash of water. He paused fixatively to use his ears well then. Then, he began to over-hear sensuous sounds. They were emitting from the other side of the bushy wall. The rustling continued to increase and the noise she was making was not of pain but of enjoyment. He thrust back the gun gently to his back and approached much more carefully as he could see their clothes right on one side next to the root of an iroko tree. He hopped gently to have a clear view. He had a clear view as he peeped through the holes in the thick wall.
“Yeh, ah… ah… Kabiyesi... Ajiun… So, you are the beasts I have been chasing ehn!” exclaimed and shrieked Ade.
The two of them as bare as they were rose from lying on the king’s regalia as if they have both seen a famished lion needing to feast. They shook uncontrollably. Ajiun ran to the back of the king, still bare. Ade had already re-collected his gun from his back back to the front, in his hands was positioned for a close shot.
The king then summoned courage and said: “would you dare shoot your king? Have you all of a sudden forgotten who I am? My powers…! Have you forgotten the old adage that the king kings over everything? The gods would haunt you till you die a miserable death if you shoot.”
“Rubbish… That would be after I have killed you first…” said vexatiously, Ade.
“O, okay do it…” said the king as he moved closer and put his hairy chest to the front sight of the gun boldly.

II

"Ah ah... it is like you want to watch these few green grasses taste the sweetness of your blood while the dried leaves sip the remnants which escape the mouths of the few green grasses ehn!" Ade said with his countenance fixed seriously at his hairy chest.
The king added to his boldness as he said: "pull the trigger you bastard, son of no man. I own you, the land and every other thing on this land. I even own your properties including the big stick down your lap." Ajiun was yet quivering at the King's back and was still bare.
"Oh, today and now everything you own you shall own no more. I am the death to take your life. Look at me very well and remember my face very correctly and let the memory scorch your soul for all eternity beneath the earth. O... have you forgotten? I am not a bastard on this land. I am Ade the first son of Jogunomi... Jogunomi... Jogunomi...oooooo, man of valour, whose thudding feet alone as he approach the forest of the ghommids the ghommids ran away on their heads crying, singing aloud 'alas, the beastie being is back...'" He raised the front sight of his sakabula up and fired the last shot "boarrrrrrrrr" remaining in it to scare the king and shattered his boldness. On hearing the shot... Ajiun who was hiding at the back of the king fell on her back and the king fell on Ajiun's chest in utter fear. The front sight of the gun was returned on his forehead this time. Ajiun began to beg as the king began to beg as well, he was quivering now. They were both reeked with dirt now and were sweating profusely and so was Ade who was standing with the gun aimed, for minutes. The scene got filled up with hoary flames from the gun… though but Ade could still see through as he was used to it.
Ade laughed boisterously and said: "So the king can beg?"
"Yes, yes... please, I am not ready to die yet please... Name anything, any land and it shall be yours, I promise." Said the king rubbing his palms against the other giving the gesture of begging.
Ade laughed boisterously the more and boasted: "I have many shots left in my gun but I will not waste them on you. With due respect, you are a useless king. You have reduced yourself to one of those Barbados at the far end of our jurisdiction who have no laws, no integrity and uncultured. I will prefer firing the rest shots at stones or flies than than to waste them on your filthy flesh. I wouldn't blame her. You must have probably promised Ajiun lands so she felt happy to live without pride to open her two legs in the bush under iroko tree for you to rule with your tiny stick."
"Aaaaaaaah, this... this insult is too much..." said silently, Ajiun.
"You were talking to me right?" asked Ade with pretence he did not overhear that.
"No no... she was praising you. That is all" responded the king.
"Hmmm... I thought as much. You can stand up and cover your shameful features with your cloths. I know what to do...."
Ade began to return to Ajewole and Mopelola on the path to the forest with the gun put the across of his neck holding it with the two hands.

To be continued...

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