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THE-IGBO-SORCERESS

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THE IGBO SORCERESS – Episode 1

With his feet pounding the ground, he meandered through the thick bush like the Australian bush man. He wore only the blue Chelsea shorts he bought at Boundary Market, before he left Lagos for Lokpanta. Being the diehard Chelsea fan that he was, he made sure to update his collection of Chelsea kits every new season. “The beast has been captured! The beast has been captured!! The beast has been captured!!!” he shouted as he ran back to his village residential settlement. He was overwhelmed with joy to be part of the hunt and to be amongst his kit and kin. He would give anything not to leave Lokpanta again. He was seventeen years of age, and all of those years had been spent in Lagos. He didn’t know who his father was and had no siblings. Whenever he asked his mother where they came from and where his father was, she would reply, “Anyi bu ndi Igbo, (we are Igbos). As for your father, he left us for his bevy of sluts.” His mother had frowned when he joined the band which went in search of the mad cow. She had felt the behavior of the cow had something to do with maneuvers of Nwanyi nmuo – the Igbo sorceress. She had chosen to keep her feelings to herself so she won’t look stupid in the eyes of her relatives.

There she stood just as Daniel made it out of the woods, screaming at the top of his voice. “Shut up Daniel! It is not a beast! It’s only a mad cow!” Maureen cautioned. “Do you have a dictionary at all? Why don’t you look up the meaning of ‘beast’, before you attempt to correct me?” Daniel breathed as he sped past her. “Lagos fools! When you say ‘beast’ the idea people get is a lion, crocodile or a serpent. Learn to say what you mean, anu ohia (wild animal!)” Maureen shouted after him. Daniel ignored her and continued to shout, “The beast has been captured! The beast has been captured!! The beast has been captured!!!”

[color=red]Thirty minutes earlier[/color]

“I have saved you from death many times. Have I not? I need you to do me a favor. Let the men in pursuit of you catch you.” Adaku said to the mad cow. “Mmuuu!” the cow bleated, pounded its hoofs on the ground angrily and blasted a rush of breath from its nostrils; indications of its dissent. “Calm down mad cow, I am not called the sorceress for nothing. I promise, I will get you out of the village alive. I cannot enter the village on my own; I need a host to get me into it and you t perfectly. I have to get into that village and give them a taste of my rage. No one hurts a sorceress and walks free,” Adaku said as she inched closer to the cow. Raising her hand, she began to stroke the head of the cow. The cow submitted by lowering its blood stained horns – vestiges of its last human victim. In an ash, Adaku transformed herself into a resplendent fume and wafted into the nostrils of the cow. The cow stood to its feet and ran amok a few minutes and then sat still on the ground, breathing heavily.

[color=red]Ngozika’s House[/color]

Ngozika was on the balcony of her four-bedroom bungalow feeding her newborn baby. Inside the house, five-year-old Ifeoma was busy playing with her younger brother, Gerald. Suddenly she covered her ears with both hands and began to scream in a high pitch voice, “Arrrgh! Arrrgh!! Arrrgh!!!” It was as if Ifeoma was trying to shut out mystical voices from her ears. Gerald took cover under the bed in fear. Ngozika almost threw her baby away while she hastily tried to get up to her feet. She had only a wrapper around her body, she did not care that it fell off as she made a dash for her children’s room.

Ifeoma was on the floor screaming with her eyes wide open as though an invisible force held her gaze through some magical spell. Ngozika grabbed her daughter with one hand while she held her baby with the other. “Jesus! Jesus!! The blood of Jesus! I plead the blood of Jesus!!!” she shouted. Ifeoma seemed to calm at the mention of that name. Tears pooled from her eyes as she shook from head to toes. “What is it Ifeoma? What did you see?” Ngozika asked, panting heavily. Ifeoma looked sideways and blurted, “The mad cow…the mad cow should not return to our village! They should kill it in the bush!”

“Another vision; I see,” Ngozika said thoughtfully. Then she looked around her children’s room and realized she had been stark naked. In shame, she bolted out of the room. When she returned, she had dressed up and had her baby tied to her back. “Where is your brother?” Ngozika asked. Ifeoma pointed toward the bed. Gerald almost immediately crawled out, looking terrified. “It’s okay; it’s okay my son. Your sister is ne now. She had one of those her visions… I need the two of you to come with me now. We have to tell Nze about what she just saw,” she said and hurried out of the room, her two children tagging along behind her. At the balcony her children took hold of her hands after she had locked her iron door – an attempt to assure themselves they were safe.

[color=red]Nze Emeka’s House[/color]

With half run, Ngozika and her children made entry into Nze Emeka’s compound, looking the part of those who had seen a ghost. “Nze birikwe o! (Nze may you live long!) Ngozika greeted. “May you live long too Ngozika. Why do you look this much afraid? Is your husband okay?” Nze Emeka asked, having taken note of the look of his guests.

“Nze the mad cow should not be brought into our village!” “And why is that?!” “Something evil will happen if that is done!” “The elders have decided and I am in support of that! By the way, who said so?” Ngozika looked down at her daughter and replied, “My daughter, she just had a terrible vision. If the cow is not killed in the bush and allowed to come into our village, it will bring some evil with it. Please Nze, my daughter’s visions have always come to pass. I beg of you, give order that the cow be killed out in the bush!” “Hahahahaha!” Nze Emeka guffawed. “Women, you never stop to amaze me. Do you really expect me to overrule the decision of the elders because of the dream a little girl had?”

Ngozika shook her head vigorously and said almost with tears in her eyes, “Nze, it was not a dream. It was an open vision. She saw something evil. Please give the order!” “Have you not heard, a runner from the bush, the Lagos returnee, has brought word that the cow has been captured.

The whole village has almost assembled at the town hall. There the mad cow will be killed in full view of the village. After that no one will ever live in fear of the mad cow…” “It is not mad,” little Ifeoma said deantly. “What did you say little girl?” Nze asked. “The cow is not mad,” Ifeoma replied. “Little seer, if the cow is not mad, please tell me, what is wrong with it then?” “She made the cow to look mad. She wants to use the cow and return to the village. She has a plan, an evil plan. I saw it,” Ifeoma said boldly. “Who is this ‘she’ you speak of, little girl?” “I cannot speak of her name, she will get me,” Ifeoma replied, holding onto her mother as if afraid of the ‘she’. “Please listen to the little child Nze, her visions have not failed to come to pass for once.” “You are not listening to yourself Ngozika. Do you really want me to take the words of this little girl seriously and give order that the cow be killed in the bush? We are talking about a cow which gored two pregnant women to death, trampled three children to death and killed two elderly people in its mad rampage through the village! Look at our farms and you will shudder at how much havoc one cow has wreaked.”

“One cow is not capable of that Nze, something is using the cow against us! Please listen to us!” Ngozika pleaded. “Go home and lock yourself securely behind the door. Thankfully your husband is still at Umuahia, he cannot get hurt either.”

Just then two young men arrived, brandishing their machetes menacingly. “Nna anyi, the cow has arrived at the town hall,” said one of them. “Ngozika, as you can see; it is time for me to leave. Go home and lock yourself and your children behind your iron doors,” Nze Emeka said derisively. “I will do just that; but remember that the blood of our people who will die this day, shall be on your hands!” “Yes Ngozika, let it be on my hands.”

“What is it Nze?” asked Kenneth, one of the two young men sent to fetch Nze Emeka. “It is nothing Kenneth, just the ramblings of a scared woman and her little daughter,” replied Nze Emeka. While Nze Emeka and Kenneth bantered, Ifeoma pulled at her mother’s hand and whispered, “He will not come back alive.” Kenneth was sure he heard what Ifeoma said to her mother, and so he turned toward her and asked, “What did you just say Ify?” Ifeoma covered her mouth with one hand and looked down to the ground.

“Nze, if this little girl has seen anything concerning our village, please take her to the elders,” Kenneth requested, sounding a little bothered. “Don’t be a woman Kenneth!” Nze barked. “Do not be offended Nze, I know this little girl and her family, her visions are like the words of a prophet. They have never failed for once.” Nze Emeka sighed and stormed out of his compound with the other young man. “What did your daughter see, Ngozika?” asked Kenneth. “Come with us, I need to get home and lock and the children and myself behind the door.” Kenneth lifted Gerald and they all hurried back to Ngozika’s house.

TBC
5 Nov 2017 | 16:05
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Just One Click And BOOM! You Are On The Page Of The Episode. Episode 2 Episode 3 Episode 4&5 Episode 6&7 Episode 8&9 Episode 10 Episode 11 Episode 12 Episode 13 Last Episode
5 Nov 2017 | 16:10
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hmm bring it on
5 Nov 2017 | 16:19
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nyc one bro bring it on
5 Nov 2017 | 16:31
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@itzprince thanks for the call dearie I've falling in love with this story already(love at first sight)
5 Nov 2017 | 16:33
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5 Nov 2017 | 16:43
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5 Nov 2017 | 16:53
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Next pls
5 Nov 2017 | 17:13
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Right here... Ride on
5 Nov 2017 | 17:20
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Here
5 Nov 2017 | 17:47
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The kind of stories i love............ seated already
5 Nov 2017 | 17:52
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Hmmm Nze d stubborn fly, dnt worry u will nt b alive 2 tell d story, wow, this is nice my boo, ride on.
5 Nov 2017 | 20:06
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Nice one.. Seated
5 Nov 2017 | 20:12
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Am loving vhiz
5 Nov 2017 | 21:22
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Continue pls
6 Nov 2017 | 02:55
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continue
6 Nov 2017 | 03:27
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dis story is going to be intresenting, thanks for d iv @itzprince
6 Nov 2017 | 04:52
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see name of story ride on
6 Nov 2017 | 09:14
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am here. ride on
6 Nov 2017 | 09:21
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thanks for d iv @itzprince.....ride on
6 Nov 2017 | 09:26
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6 Nov 2017 | 14:37
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6 Nov 2017 | 14:42
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Here.
6 Nov 2017 | 19:28
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Oya now
7 Nov 2017 | 17:41
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stubbornness is not good... some men with their Ego; its something else.
7 Nov 2017 | 18:06
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hmmmmm,,,,,, dey fail to listen,,,, his stubborness will kill so many pple,,,,,, stubborn goat
8 Nov 2017 | 01:44
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THE IGBO SORCERESS – Episode 2 Nze Emeka spared no thought for what Ngozika and her daughter said in his house. He had other schemes on his mind. Killing the mad cow was his passport to winning the councillorship election for his zone. It was he who rallied the people and paid the medicine men who prepared charms for the young men who had gone in search of the mad cow. The glory of bringing the cow down would go to him. It was his intention to remind the people of his role in the killing of the cow and to demand their unwavering support in the coming election. He didn’t have to worry; his name was already on every lip at the town hall. “The cow did not resist us, Nze,” said the young man who was taking him to the town hall as they matched ebulliently. Nze snapped out of his reverie and asked, “And why was that?” “We don’t know. We all had expected the cow to put up a fight. In fact, it was with great fear that we approached it.” Nze Emeka stopped walking, the look of thoughtfulness on his face as he asked, “What was the cow doing when you people found it?” “It was lying down on the ground breathing heavily. Its eyes seemed unnatural.” “It must have been the charms we gave you…the charms must have subdued the cow. There is no other way to explain what you just said.” “But, Nze, we found the cow lying down long before we begun to use our charms against it.” “Nnaa, I have seen that cow on rampage, there is no way the cow could have let you capture it without a fight except it was spiritually subdued. I am minded to believe that either our charms or those of our neighbouring towns did the work. Don’t worry about the condition you found the mad cow, Nnaa. What matters is that it has been captured,” Nze Emeka said, brushing aside the concerns of the young man. The moment they were sighted by the villagers outside the town hall, they began to chant Nze Emeka’s name. He was elated, he could not have asked for more. The response he got from them was an indication that the people would give him their votes in the election. He raised his staff and odu efi (cow tail – a symbol of his chieftaincy authority) and began to gyrate to the sound of the drums. Even those who did not want to dance could not help moving their bodies to the sound of the native song which filled the air. The traditional music group knew how to make their drums talk in soul-stirring fashion. In a blink of an eye, the gathering to slaughter the mad cow morphed into a quasi-festivity. Nze Emeka and the other chiefs ordered for fresh palm wine and bushmeat – enough to go round. Young ladies who had only come out to see the dreaded cow slaughtered volunteered to jig to the sound of music to entertain their people. Amid the fanfare which took over the town hall, masculine chests pulsated as young men challenged each other in chest-dance, and feminine waists turned and twisted to the sound of music. Elders, both male and female brandished happily their tobacco-dyed teeth as they nodded their heads and clapped their hands in appreciation to the entertainment on display. To Nze Emeka, his plans were working just ne. In their midst was the mad cow tied to a tree with several folds of thick cords. It was so tied that it could only move its eyes. Children stood around it, hurling stones and sand at it. They made jest of the cow and told it just how their young men would spill its blood and bring to an end its reign of terror. At home, Ngozika, Kenneth and little Ifeoma wondered why there were the sound of music, singing and joy at the town hall. Kenneth had to ask, “Are you sure you saw right Ify?” “Brother, I know what I saw. I am not making it up. That cow has brought evil into our village.” “Kenneth, if I was not here when she had the vision, I would have doubted just like you. If you are planning on going back to the town hall, just be sure I am not ready to unlock my door,” Ngozika said. While she was talking the sound of music from the town hall stopped suddenly. All hearts in the living room began to beat very fast. “Has it begun?” Kenneth asked. At the town hall, Nze Emeka was making a speech, “When I become a counselor, you will know the kind of leader I will be by what I have helped our people achieve today…!” Voices roared and hand claps rang out. “I am ekwu eme (I keep my words!) Give me your votes in the coming election and you will see me do more! I need you to empower me with your votes so I can do more for our people…” While he spoke, Daniel’s mother hurried into the town hall, hardly keeping tears from her eyes. Anxiously she searched for her Lagos returnee son, Daniel. “Mama Daniel what is it?” a young girl asked. “Have you seen my… my… my son. I am looking for my son?” “It’s okay mama. Daniel should be somewhere around here,” she said and led mama Daniel in search of her son. Under a tree in the bush nearby, they found Daniel and Uju. Daniel was narrating to her exaggerated tales about his life in Lagos. “My son! My son! Come let’s go home!” Mama Daniel shouted when she saw her son. Seeing tears in his mother’s eyes, Daniel sprang to his feet and ran to meet her. “Mama what is it?” he asked. “I see rivers of blood in this place. I can’t bear to lose you. Please follow me home.” “Okay mama, I will. Uju come let’s go home. I will finish the story at home.” “Uju please come with us,” mama Daniel pleaded. “You can go home mama, I will stay back and watch the cow killed. You know it gored my grandfather to death,” Uju said. Mama Daniel did not argue with her, she grabbed her son’s hand and began to run away from the town hall. Daniel wanted to resist and try to convince Uju to come with them, but his mother’s arm grip around his wrist told him, she was damn serious about what she saw. Those who saw them eyeing from the town hall wondered what Daniel might have done for his mother to drag him away in that manner. “My son, you can do better than this, please run faster!” mama Daniel pleaded. They quickened their pace and put a considerable distance between them and the town hall. “Now let us move over to the matter for which we have all gathered here today…” Nze Emeka continued. Immediately the cow tried to stand but fell. The sound of laughter rang around the town hall, while some heaped curses on the cow. “This cow will be killed in the most gruesome manner possible. I want five of our strongest young men to gather around the cow with their axes. They will hack the cow till it draws its last breath!” The people roared rapturously in response to his words. Five young men with wide and muscular chests surrounded the cow with heavy axes. Nze Emeka raised his hand in the air and announced, “When I bring my hand down, let the attack begin!” Just as he said that, a strong, ominous wind began to blow, it hovered over the trees around; heads rose to observe it suspiciously. The trees were bending dangerously to its strength. Then the wind came down with force on the people gathered outside the town hall. From the red, dry soil of the ground, it raised thick dust which obliterated the vision of the people. Nze Emeka’s hand was mid-way in the air when screams of horror began to fill the air. In the panic which ensued, the villagers began to trample on each other. Those who could, bolted into the nearby bush, but even in the bush, there was no safety. All around the people trees began to fall, crushing human beings to death in large numbers. Nze Emeka looked around in shock. He could not believe his eyes. He brought his hand down but there was no one to hack the cow to death. The cow was loose, rampaging around and the five young men who stood around it were already dead. He turned and tried to make a run for dear life. The first step he took crushed the head of a child into the red soil. He raised his foot, dragging up blood with it. At that sight, his stomach churned. He raised his head, tears owing as he remembered the words of Ngozika and her daughter. The sound of “mmuuu!” left him darting his eyes around in search of the mad cow. Out of the dust, he made out its figure galloping toward him, he raised a cry and bolted in no certain direction. TBC…
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See what u have caused all because of prestige and power
8 Nov 2017 | 04:13
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good for him...
8 Nov 2017 | 04:58
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Hmmmmmmmmmmmmm! Tragedy.......
8 Nov 2017 | 06:51
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Next pls
8 Nov 2017 | 07:44
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Next
8 Nov 2017 | 09:21
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mtcheew don't say they did not warn you... I pray it should kill you too. politician and their election campaign; they can do anything to get votes...
8 Nov 2017 | 13:04
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Continue pls
8 Nov 2017 | 13:11
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Dis story go bad gan oooo Just make sure u post most often
8 Nov 2017 | 14:22
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He deserves to die, cos of his selfishness.
8 Nov 2017 | 14:22
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He who have ear let him hear what ify has said
8 Nov 2017 | 14:39
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good for you
8 Nov 2017 | 14:51
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Oh oh????
8 Nov 2017 | 15:20
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see your life now..
8 Nov 2017 | 17:11
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atleast he as witnessed his death on earth..
8 Nov 2017 | 19:27
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continue
8 Nov 2017 | 19:27
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Very good Kill the stipid man sef
8 Nov 2017 | 20:14
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THE IGBO SORCERESS – Episode 3 Ifeoma and her brother held their mother firmly, their little hands holding her as though contact with her would protect them from the slaughter outside and make the cries they heard from people outside to stop. Even Ngozika’s newborn baby held its peace. So not to appear cowardly, Kenneth stood beside the metal door and held his machete ready to attack whatever would attempt to break through the door. Within him, he prayed fervently that the nightmare would cease. “Mommy let us go into the bedroom and lock ourselves inside,” Ifeoma whispered. Ngozika nodded and led them into her bedroom. She made sure none of them made a noise. Kenneth’s anxiety grew as Ngozika and her children left him in the living room. Within minutes he began to sweat terribly. Something was standing outside the door, it must have been humongous in size, judging by the sound of its feet. “This can’t be a cow,” Kenneth mumbled to himself. He was right, it wasn’t a cow. It was one of a few ghostly beasts swept into their village by the evil wind sent by the sorceress. The beast sniffed at the door to find out if someone was hiding inside. Kenneth read that well and inched away from the door, carefully pussy-footing so not to give himself away. “Grrrragh! Grrrragh!!” the beast howled. The sound of its growl almost stopped Kenneth’s heart. He could then figure out the reason Ifeoma asked her mother to take them into the bedroom. The little girl must have seen that too. Had they heard the sound at the decibels he did, they would have cried out in fear and would have let the beast right into the house. Kenneth was sure the door would not have resisted the beast long enough. Far enough from the door, he began to pray. In the bedroom, Ngozika and her children were also on their knees pleading with God for mercy. “Send help; God please, send help. Send help before the sorceress wipes out my village,” Ifeoma prayed, her eyes filled with hot tears. Ngozika looked at her daughter with awe, wondering just her a little girl like her said the things she often did. A blood curdling cry outside and a heavy thud on the door left them all frozen with fear. It was obvious the beast had torn apart a man who had run into it in error. At the town hall, Uju lay beside the trunk of a fallen palm tree. She made sure to hide herself with the dead bodies around her. The dust had settled and there was no long a soul in sight, however, an evil presence hung over the town hall. Once in a while she would hear someone scream and beg for mercy until their voice would fade in death. It was the sorceress; she was ripping them apart from the air. “God have mercy on me. I should have listened to Daniel and his mother,” Uju prayed and squeezed her eyes shut as frissons of dread shot through her entire body. She could not believe a day would come when she would seek refuge amongst the dead. Far away from the town hall, Nze Emeka ran with a limp on his right leg. He had managed to escape the cow at the town hall. His white Senegalese outfit had turned red with human blood. He looked frail and spent. The thought that he could have stopped the carnage in his village was far more painful than the pains he felt in his body. The sound of rustling wind and the breaking of twig made his heart to leap with dread. “My wife and children…” he paused to sniff painfully. “My wife and children…what could be their fate? God keep them safe, I pray thee…” “They are dead!” a callous, female voice replied him from the air. It was a mind game. Nze’s family might still be alive. Nze looked around, wondering where the voice came from. Then he heard the sound of heavy feet pounding the ground. Ignoring the pain in his leg, he bolted off. Well, he couldn’t get far. Tired of running and immobilized by terror, he backed himself up against a palm tree, his eyes darting about for the heavy feet he had heard. Out of the thin air, the mad cow galloped out. Its speed was unnatural. Nze made effort to run, but the cow rammed into him from behind, plunging one of its horns straight into the back of his chest. Nze’s cry, was spine- tingling. From his mouth blood oozed. The mad cow was not done yet. It galloped around with Nze hanging on one of its horns, moving a bit away from one of the palm trees close to it, the cow surged forward and crashed Nze’s body against it. The force of the crash snapped his neck. The cow galloped around and swung his body away. It then ran over to where the body lay and trampled on it a few times before bolting back to the village. “Mama someone has to save our village,” Daniel whispered to his mother from under the bed where they hid in fear. “And who might that be?” “I don’t know, but I can try…” “Speak no further child! Do you want to kill me? Don’t you know that you are my reason for living and my answer to your cruel father? You will do no such thing Daniel!” Ignoring her, Daniel said, “I made an observation about the cow in the last few days…” “I said speak no more about the cow child!” “If you won’t listen to me mama, then I will scream right now and draw the cow to us!” His mother went white in the face with dread. Nodding her head like a little child, she said, “Okay, what did you observe?” “The cow seems to avoid opete leaves. It has so far not attacked any farm which has opete and makes sure to keep away from tracks where opete plants abound.” “So what is your point Daniel?” “I am hopping you will explain that to me. What does opete mean to our people? Does it have spiritual power, mama?” “What you observed is mere coincidence. Opete means nothing to our people. We need to hide here till we can get out of this village.” Daniel could tell she was lying to him. He crawled out from under the bed, standing to his feet, he demanded with his voice raised a bit, “Mama, people are dying outside! I want to know why the cow avoids opete plant!” “Okay! Okay! I will tell you…I will tell you. Please come back under the bed.” “I won’t mama. Uju is probably dead out there, and if there is a chance she is alive, I want to save her and the others. Now tell me, what power does opete plant possess? I am sure God made me notice the cow avoids opete for a reason.” “It is the plant of justice. It is highly potent. Witches and wizards dread its power. When I tell you that your father shall someday come back for us, it is because I am sure of it. I cursed him with opete leaf in my mouth. He shall never have another male child until he comes back to apologize to us. You are his only male child, the one who will keep his name alive.” “I guess I have to be on my way now. I have to go find some opete leaves. The cow and the sorceress have to be stopped!” “No Daniel! Please don’t go, I beg of you, don’t. The closest place you can find an opete plant is the farmlands. You can’t get that far without being killed. Please stay with me. Hopefully by dawn this will be over and we will go back to Lagos.” “This is my home town and I am not running from it, mama!” Daniel picked up his machete and yanked at the door to open it. “Wait! Please wait child!” His mother crawled out from under the bed and made a run into one of their rooms. Daniel followed behind her. A raffia bag was on the wall and his mother rummaged in it for a moment and brought out a dry leaf. “This is the last I have left, take it with you,” she said. He took it from her and cut it into two, threw one into his mouth and gave the other to his mother. “Do everything you can to stay alive. I will be back, okay,” he assured his mother. “May Chukwu Abiama be with you,” she prayed for him. “And may he be with you too, mama,” responded Daniel. Running to the door, Daniel made to open it and then suddenly stopped. Turning around he asked with the look of worry on his face, “Mama, why is it you know so much about opete and our medicine men do not?” “Which medicine men do you mean? The very ones who want opete out of our village because of their evil deeds? When you see one ask him why they did not recommend opete when the young men were sent to capture the mad cow. When you are asked who told you about the potency of opete, make sure not to mention my name, please child.” “Okay mama, I won’t.” Yanking the door open, Daniel bolted off with his machete in his hand. The first thought on his mind was to save Uju if she was still alive before anyone else. STORY CONTINUES…
9 Nov 2017 | 06:17
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I pray Daniel will get the leaves to save the people
9 Nov 2017 | 06:51
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continue
9 Nov 2017 | 08:44
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good for him
9 Nov 2017 | 18:33
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i pray he makes it back alive
9 Nov 2017 | 18:40
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THE IGBO SORCERESS – Episode 4 “Aaah! One comes in whose mouth is the dreaded leaf! Kill him! Kill him, I command!!!” the sorceress commanded. The three beasts thrust aside the victims in their hands and turned their faces toward the direction in which Daniel was headed. The sorceress was scared; knowing the power of opete, she wisely chose to keep herself amongst the trees upon which she perched. She wouldn’t even dare come down to attack the villages who ran around helplessly on the ground. For the moment, she judged that such a swoop might cost her way too much. For there to be one in whose mouth was opete, there just might be many more others, she reasoned. “By whom did this little child find out about opete?” the sorceress asked no one in particular. She squeezed her eyes shut and began to make incantations. Across and over the village, her devilish eyes began to hover like the eyes of Osiris, searching for the revealer of the secret about opete. At home, mama Daniel hid under the bed, the opete leaf in her mouth as she spoke words known only to a few. They were words of power, but sadly, they will give her location away to the sorceress. Without her knowledge, hell was about to break loose against her. The sorceress would move the world to kill her so just to stop the spread of the knowledge she had passed to her son. The boy was ignorant in how the battle he had entered was fought. All he had to his advantage was bravery. His mother had made a grave mistake – she did not tell her son how to fight with opete. Though she had mentioned how she used it against her husband, she did not explain it to her son. When Daniel arrived at the town hall, he raised his voice and shouted, “Uju! Ujunwa!! Uju can you hear me?!” he held his breath and waited. He was sweating profusely. His eyes darted about in search of Uju. From where she hid, Uju could hear Daniel’s voice, but she was too afraid to stir. She was not sure if the voice she heard was truly Daniel’s or if the sorceress was mimicking it to lure her out from her hiding place. Daniel looked around one more time, and with his heart filled with sorrow, he said loudly, almost in tears, “So Uju is dead?! Uju you should have listened to my mother and I. Had you listened to us, you would have known by now that there is a way to stop the sorceress…” he paused to listen. He was certain he had heard a few twigs break in the nearby bush. Though he was a novice in what had begun in his village, yet he was not the type to wait till a battle would come and overwhelm him. He was going to take the fight to whatever was crouching toward him in the bush. Toward the sound of the breaking twigs he heard, he ran, his machete, ready to shed blood. As soon as he reached the closest cluster of bush, he swung his very sharp machete and cut them down in one swoop. Before him stood a boy covered in blood from head to toes. He was probably six years old. Like a plant blown about by the wind, he shook. Daniel didn’t trust anyone one, he was not sure the boy was really a boy; so he grabbed him by the neck and raised his machete to strike him down. The boy raised a piercing cry and urinated in his shorts. He lowered his machete, knelt on one knee and asked the terrified boy, “What is your name? What is the name of your family?” With trembling lips and pulsating body, the boy attempted to speak, “Onye… nye… nye… buchi…” “It’s okay. You are from Onyebuchi’s family?” The boy nodded. “Where are your parents?” The boy turned to his right and pointed to a heap of mangled human bodies on the ground. Amongst the bodies lay his parents. “I am Daniel, the Lagos returnee, you may not know me. Your parents may have died this day, but this is not the day you will die. I will protect you. Am on my way to the farmlands and you are coming with me.” The boy nodded once more. Daniel grabbed him and bolted away. When he had made it across the wide plain in front of the town hall, he heard his name. “Daniel stop!” He knew the voice. It was Uju’s voice. “Uju you are alive! You are alive!! How…how did you survive the onslaught?” “Chukwu Abiama gave me wisdom. I hid myself amongst the dead bodies over there.” “Why didn’t you answer me when I called?” “I was not sure it was you.” “Come let’s go! I am going to the farmlands!” Uju who was running toward him screeched to a stop. “The farmlands? That is asking to be killed, Daniel! Are you sure you know what you are doing?” “Yes, I do. Please don’t say no this time.” “Okay I will go with you.” Immediately the few trees still standing began to move to a sudden rush of wind. All three of them lifted their heads in fear. “She is back. The sorceress is here,” Uju whispered, holding Daniel firmly. “Yes, she is here. I can feel it too,” Daniel concurred. Quickly he set the boy down and removed the opete leaf in his mouth. He broke off two pieces from it and gave them to Uju and the boy. ‘Put these in your mouths,” he said. “Don’t chew them, just hold them in your mouths. They will keep you protected from the sorceress,” he added. They obeyed him before asking, “What is it?” “It is opete. I am going to the farmlands to get more of it. With it we can stop the sorceress and her mad cow.” Just as he said that, one of the beasts ambled into the ground of the town hall with choking arrogance. Daniel didn’t wait, as soon as he sighted the beast, he handed the boy to Uju and ran after the beast. Uju went after him, doing her best to restrain him from fighting with the beast. “You can’t fight it like this Daniel! It will kill you. Please let us run away!” she pleaded with Daniel. Uju was absolutely right. That was not how to fight the beast and her mistress. However, Daniel would test the beast in a duel. He was fast and well-built with strong arms. He circled the giant beast and sent a well-placed blow on its chest, the fetid esh on its chest exploded with a gush of black blood and yet the beast wouldn’t wince. It was as if it could feel nothing. It patiently calculated Daniel’s foot work, aiming to grab him. Daniel attacked it a few times and even left a deep cut on its neck, yet the beast wouldn’t fall to the ground. Then the beast said something which Daniel understood as, “I will eat your flesh!” In anger Daniel shouted back at it, “My flesh is not food!” The moment Daniel said that, the beast tumbled back. It sprang up back to its feet and swung its head a few times as if to rid its head of the words it had heard from Daniel. Taking courage from the effect of his words on the beast, Daniel began to almost sing it at the top of his voice, inching closer to the beast. The beast turned and fled from Daniel. Then Daniel made the mistake of chasing after it. Behind Daniel, the other two beasts came out of the bush and made for Uju and the little boy. Uju looked around in fear, grabbed the boy and fled toward the farmlands. From above the surrounding trees, a feminine voice echoed, “Don’t let them get to the farmlands! Don’t let them reach the opete plants!” TBC…
10 Nov 2017 | 13:47
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THE IGBO SORCERESS – Episode 5 Back at mama Daniel’s house, an ominous wind crashed against her building. Thank God, it was a strong brick building, had it not been, surely the house would have crashed upon the woman. As the house shook down to its foundation as though a giant being was trying to pull it up from the ground with both hands, mama Daniel began to pray. Mid-way her prayer, she raised ‘the chant of justice’. The chant of justice was a ballad composed by the forebears of the people of Lokpanta, and is even till this day known in Lokpaukwu. The chant eulogized opete and its awesome power, enjoining it to rise with its famed strength and save the oppressed. It would be hard to find someone else who could chant the song accurately in the manner mama Daniel did. Her knowledge of the old ways often left many stunned and wondering who she really was and how in spite of the years she spent in Lagos, happened to know more about her people and tradition than most. Done running and afraid of what the sorceress might do to her, she crept out from under her bed and took a stand, her eyes darting about. Quickly she dashed into her kitchen and returned with her pestle. She gyrated about still chanting – an obvious attempt to keep herself from yielding to fear. Raising the pestle, she spoke in riddles, “The sheep said though he does not know how to dance, but when the drummer boy comes to play his beats at his father’s house, he will dance to the beat in the way and manner he can! The crab which swam seven rivers and mighty oceans often end up in the old woman’s soup pot. Be warned, wicked one!” Done sounding warning to the sorceress, she began to sing the words of the chant of justice again. A round of turbulent windy waves hit the house once more making mama Daniel’s heart to leap in fear. Afraid the sorceress was going too far, she commanded by opete, “The power of the plant of justice resides in my mouth, by it I command you evil wind, lose your wings of violence and trouble me no more!” An immediate peace ensued at her command. Encouraged by the result she got, she ran around her house insanely speaking proverbs, “The stubborn locust which challenges a chicken to a fight ends up in the land of the spirits. If the snake does not show its venom, children will use it to tie firewood… don’t push me too far evil one, I have more from where that came!” Then the familiar voice of the sorceress spoke to her, “Who are you woman?! You hide behind your new religion and yet you are a follower of the old ways! Look, your little boy whom you sent to fetch the plant is running back into the village…!” At the words of the sorceress, an image appeared on the wall showing Daniel chasing after one of the beasts, heading back into the village. “No, Daniel, it is a trap! Turn back and go for opete!” Mama Daniel cried out in fear. “Hahahahaha! It was easy to deceive him! He is a Lagos fool indeed!” the sorceress gloated. “My son is no fool sorceress!” “If he was no fool, how would you then describe his current action?” “Daniel return! Return!” mama Daniel shouted desperately to no avail. “Lagos woman, I have cut off your voice from reaching him. I will kill him while you watch; and when am done with him, I will cut your body to pieces and feed them to the wild beasts!” “Don’t gloat too soon evil one, don’t forget the adage which says, ‘there is nothing lacking in a native doctor’s bag’. I have no intentions to reach deep into the old ways I have forsaken, but since you have asked for it, here it is sorceress!” mama Daniel shouted; spitting on her right palm a few times, she slapped it on the bare floor and yelled, “Daniel Ekwedike, turn around and make a run for the opete leaves!” At her words, Daniel stopped chasing after the beast who had taken multiple machete cuts from him. He looked around wondering where his mother’s voice had come from. Turning his back on the beast, he bolted off in the direction of the farmlands. “That is not possible woman!” the sorceress shouted in amazement. “Who did you say you are, Lagos woman?” she asked. “Hahahahaha!” Mama Daniel guffawed, strutting around her bedroom like a peacock. “Having asked who I am, I will be glad to tell you, sorceress. I am Agatha Ekwedike, a descendant of mazi Ekwedike! The old bloodline has not been broken!” “No! No!! No!!! This is not possible” the sorceress shouted. “It is not only possible, evil one; it is standing right in front of you! I and my son will finish what our ancestors began many years ago! Lokpanta has new beliefs and new ways now. Churches which brought us good news have replaced the old evil shrines which drank the blood of the innocent and kept power in the hands of the wicked! There is no more room for you and your kind in Lokpanta! I command you servant of the devil, leave Lokpanta before I get angry!” The sorceress appeared in her full body before mama Daniel, making her shrank back cautiously. Raising her hands, a violent ball of wind hit mama Daniel on the head, she crashed to the floor muttering some words. As blood pooled from her head, white, misty bubbles circled her. The sorceress turned around swiftly and vanished from the room. Having been made aware of what she was up against, the sorceress summoned the cow to join her as she headed for the farmlands. “Mommy the beast is gone,” Ifeoma whispered to her mother. “How do you know that…? Oh! You saw it, right?” Ngozika asked. Ifeoma nodded. “So what do you suggest we do now?” asked Ngozika. “Let us go back to the living room, brother Kenneth needs to know the beast is gone.” “Okay.” Ngozika took her children back to the living room. Kenneth didn’t like the manner in which they pushed open the door of the bedroom, it made a little noise and rattled him. “Don’t draw the beast in,” he whispered. “The beast is gone, but someone is in trouble,” Ifeoma said, sounding worried. “What are you talking about? Not just someone, the whole of Lokpanta is in trouble!” Kenneth barked. “The helpers we have right now are in trouble, we need to go assist them…” “Shut up Ifeoma! No one is going outside! I will never open this door! Only the Lord Jesus can make me open it! Now, listen to me, I am done letting you boss everyone around here with your visions. I am your mother, what I say is what we will do!” Ngozika yelled at her daughter. “If we don’t open the door and help, it will not be over, mommy,” Ifeoma pleaded. “Shut up Ifeoma! If you are going to suggest I go out and help, you better not do it. Something is out there eating people and I am not going to let myself get eaten!” Kenneth warned. “Okay, I have heard you. Can you please let me go out and help then?” “Tawam!!!” A slap from her mother almost bent her neck. “I can tell the sorceress has taken over your mind and is now speaking through you! If you speak one more word about going outside, I will kill you myself!” Much to her dismay, Ifeoma did not cry. She took the sting of the slap like an adult and asked, “Okay, if no one is going outside, can we at least pray?” “Yes we can, so long as it does not involve going outside,” said Kenneth. And so they began to pray. Ifeoma could see a woman lying on the floor of her room, bleeding to death. She could also see that the roles she would play in the current situation in Lokpanta would be very crucial in sacking the sorceress and destroying her cow. “Stop the bleeding and heal her oh God!” Ifeoma prayed with tears in her eyes. Seeing the manner in which she prayed, Kenneth and Ngozika began to repeat her words as they prayed. Against all odds, Uju and the little boy on her back made it to the edge of the farmlands before they were cornered by the two beasts. She had no machete to fight, and even if she did, from what she had seen when Daniel attacked one of the beast at the town hall, a machete would be useless to her. “What do we do now?” the little boy asked with trembling voice. “I don’t know… Maybe we should speak to it like Daniel did.” “Leave us alone!!!” the little boy shrilled. The two beasts stood still at his words, staring at them emptily like zombies. “It worked! It worked!!” Uju observed with excitement. Moving away from behind the palm tree where they crouched, she made a dash for the farmlands which lay ahead of her. From where they were, she could see fresh leaves of opete, swinging gently to the touch of the wind. From above them, that same violent wind swooped down, grabbed Uju by her feet and slammed both her and the boy on her back on the ground. Uju coughed twice, spewing out blood before she lay still. The boy did not move even a limb when they hit the ground. TBC…
10 Nov 2017 | 13:50
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10 Nov 2017 | 13:50
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Hmm sometimes we need to be courageous and take a bold step to confront out problems and leave our fears behind cox it hinders success
10 Nov 2017 | 20:08
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Loving this continue
10 Nov 2017 | 20:09
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11 Nov 2017 | 02:37
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Nawow! Keep it coming... Ernest Obi needs to read this... This the kind of storyline he produces in all his movies
11 Nov 2017 | 08:53
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next pls
11 Nov 2017 | 10:11
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Oh dear Lord!, where is Daniel?! He is the only one left unhurt now and it seems he is the only one who can save this village from the evil scoreress.
11 Nov 2017 | 14:57
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Next ooooo
11 Nov 2017 | 15:31
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THE IGBO SORCERESS – Episode 6 One of the beasts grabbed Uju by the neck to break it. His intention was to finish her off. As soon as he did so, blood which had mixed with the opete leaf in her mouth, touched him. The power in the bloody fluid was much. It lifted the beast and flung him into a tree. Some of the branches which snapped as the beast was violently crashed into the tree, impaled his chest, stomach and shoulders, suspending the beast atop the tree. The sight was horrifying. For once in her attack against the people of Lokpanta, the sorceress saw the famed power of opete at a level she had only heard in fables. In awe of what they had seen, the other beast and the sorceress who had suspended herself in the air, kept away from Uju and the little boy. While they watched, those same misty bubbles which circled mama Daniel, circled Uju and the little boy. “Opete is shielding them from us. We can’t do much now, beast,” the sorceress said, giving away the fear in her heart. “But we have to finish them off, mistress,” said the beast. “Try if you can, but I am not coming down from here,” the sorceress said, levitating herself higher up in the air. She knew more about what the leaves in the mouths of Uju and the little boy could do. The beast didn’t know half what she knew, however, even he could not attempt to touch Uju or the boy. His fellow who was hanging from a tree and bleeding to death was a lesson for him. Far from the where the sorceress and the beast were, Daniel ran, meandering through the bush and avoiding traps. It had dawned on him that the sorceress indeed deceived him when he chased after one of the beasts. It was a ploy to cut him off from the farmlands and take out Uju and the little boy. It pained his heart to see how easily he was deceived. He was closer to the farmlands now; as he ran his heart pounded heavily and he swore under his breath to end the misery brought upon them by the sorceress. He was forced to go down on the ground when he caught sight of the sorceress floating high up in the air, her eyes were darting about in search of him. His way to the farmland having been cut off, he crouched backward until he was far enough not to be seen by the sorceress. Then he sprang to his feet and began to cut a swathe through the bush to make a path for himself to get to the farmlands. He was determined to lay his hands on as much opete leaves as he could. Having been fooled once, he was minded to avoid it a second time. “When I get plenty of fresh opete leaves in my mouth, then I will see just how strong this sorceress is,” he said to himself. Suddenly he went on his knees and darted his head about. He was sure he had heard heavy hoofs pound the ground. A few shrubs and tall grass moved and it emerged into his full view. It was the mad cow. From its nostrils came blasts of hot air and its eyes blazed with rage. Daniel felt his heart sink into his stomach. As the cow took a few steps backward, in an obvious attempt to charge at him, Daniel knew it would be foolish to engage the cow in a fight. He must not allow himself to be drawn away from the opete leaves strewn across the farmlands, and he knew that. Tightening his grip on his machete, he sprang to his feet and bolted away toward the farmlands. The cow bleated angrily and went after him. Daniel leapt over small trees and slid under big ones as he ran for dear life with all his strength. The possessed cow would have none of that, it gave him a hot, frightening chase, tearing down with its hors whatever stood in its path. Daniel fell to the ground a few times but picked himself up. Tree stumps and branches tore his feet and shoulders but he paid no heed to the searing pains he felt. Realizing that Daniel was getting closer to the farmlands, the cow bleated loudly, almost sounding like a horn and alerted the sorceress and the lone beast with her. Daniel knew his strength was spent, yet he held on, pushing himself harder. His intention was to lay his hands on a fresh sheaf of opete leaves and stuff his mouth with it. He was convinced opete would do the rest through his spoken words. Having seen what his words did to the beast he chased back into the village, he figured out it was how to fight with opete leaves. Summoning her evil wind, the sorceress and the beast joined the chase after Daniel. On their knees they remained, praying and demanding that a woman who can be seen only by Ifeoma be healed and raised to her feet. Kenneth and Ngozika had their eyes wide open looking at Ifeoma, making sure they prayed every word she spoke about the unseen woman they were praying for. On her part, Ifeoma was long gone from the room. Her spirit was in mama Daniel’s house as she prayed for her. “You have to get up now! Get up mama! Death is here! It is at the door, don’t let it open the door and come in! Please, get up mama!” Ifeoma cried. Mama Daniel could hear Ifeoma’s voice clearly. At home she lay hopelessly on the floor, her bleeding had stopped but she could feel cold numbness spreading up from her feet. She knew that it was death, but the sad thing was that she wasn’t ready to die yet. She opened her mouth and spoke words of prayers, but she heard no word from her own mouth, yet she was certain she spoke words. Am I dead already? Even the dead hear their own words, she thought to herself. Then the door creaked a little open, letting in a magnificent ray of light. She raised her head, Ifeoma’s words reverberating in her head. The door swung open a bit wider and a man stepped in to the room. With all her strength, she tried to get up but could not. The coldness of death was spreading very fast over her body. The light at the door faded and she saw that the man who had entered her house was her husband. A man she had not seen in over fifteen years since he left her and her son and ran away with strange women. Explosive anger flared up in her and strength surged through her body. Like a cheetah, she sprang from where she lay and grabbed her husband by the neck and began to choke him to death. Like a mist, her husband vaporized from her grasp into the thin air. Ngozika and Kenneth were scared when Ifeoma jumped to her feet and began to shout, “She has woken up! She has woken up! Mommy, she has woken up! Thank you God! Thank you God!” “Who is she, Ifeoma?!” Kenneth asked. “She… em…the one we were praying for!” “I know, but who is she?!” Kenneth persisted. Ifeoma had no time to answer him, she was beside herself with excitement. Running around the house like a child who had got a new doll, she continued to thank God. , Mama Daniel was shocked by what she had seen. “How could he have escaped from my hands…?” she wondered. “Osondu where are you?! Osoo! Come out let me kill you!! Please come out and die!” she begged her husband. She was forced to stop and think when her eyes rested on her blood on the floor. It was then that it dawned on her that what she had seen was only a vision given to her to make her wake from the throes of death. “Jesus! Daniel! Daniel my son! Daniel!!!” she cried. Picking the pestle which she had dropped when the sorceress attacked her, she unbolted her door and stepped outside menacingly. Raising her neck like a cockerel she bellowed, “Sorceress! Sorceress!!!” She was livid with rage. She was beside herself with anger. “Now I will show you God-forsaken sorceress that it is an abomination for an old woman to be at home while the nanny goat gives birth with the tether around its neck!” Her neighbours heard her and wondered what her courage was. Doors and windows cracked open and heads popped out. To her neighbors, she had gone insane. The manner in which she ran off from the front of her house was to them a proof that Agatha Ekwedike had gone mad. “Maybe she has lost her son,” most of her neighbours said to themselves. While she ran to the farmlands in search of Daniel, she prayed, “Dear God, I beg of you to please permit me, just this once, to show this sorceress that she does not understand what sorcery is. I promise to teach her a lesson which will continue even in her death.” Agatha Ekwedike was reaching deep into the dark knowledge of her past. The sorceress had better be ready. TBC…
11 Nov 2017 | 16:26
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THE IGBO SORCERESS – Episode 7 “Amaefule! Amaefule!!” Emenike shouted as he ran into Amaefule’s compounded. In his hand was a wand – a wizard’s magic wand. Amaefule who was in his newly bought Hyundai tokunmbo car (used car) listening to the news of an attack by Fulani herdsmen on a village not far from theirs, yanked the door of his car open and rushed out. “Emenike Fulani herdsmen have struck again! They have struck again! The Fulani herdsmen have struck our neighbours again! How long shall we take this?!” Amaefule shouted, his hands shaking in anger. “Amaefule, I am sorry; the attack by Fulani herdsmen is not the reason I am here! I don’t think we should worry about that now, security operatives are already in the neighbouring town. Some of the herdsmen have been killed. They attacked soldiers sent to keep the peace. Don’t worry about our neighbours for now,” Emenike said. Amaefule shrank back in surprise, sizing up his friend curiously. Emenike had been championing the call for a retaliatory attack, Amaefule could not figure out why he suddenly was no longer interested in helping their neighbours. “Tell me, if not for the killing of our brothers in the neighbouring village, why would you be dressed for battle with your magic wand in your hand?” Amaefule asked magic wand in your hand? Amaefule asked. Emenike looked around to see if someone was listening to them, drew closer to his friend and asked, “Who else is at home with you?” “Nobody, why do you ask?” “Lokpanta is on re!” Amaefule looked at his friend with glee on his face. Then a rapturous smile enveloped that once angry face. “Wait! Wait! Emenike are you serious? Is Lokpanta really on re?!” He was beside himself with happiness by now. “You can’t be happier than I am Amaefule! Lokpanta is burning as we speak and will soon burn to the ground with nothing left. Hundreds have died and many have fled their homes. The few ones left behind are either afraid or wounded. In fact, Lokpanta is a sitting duck!” “Then let us go finish the duck! That is why you have come, is it not?” “That is why I am here, my friend. However, you have not asked me who set this re in Lokpanta.” “Forgive me, excitement got the better of me… Who is behind the attack? Who was able to invade Lokpanta?” “Your daughter! Adaku, your daughter! She is the dreaded sorceress in the wild!” Amaefule could not believe his ears. He tottered on his feet, feeling wonky. Emenike saw that he was going to slump to the ground. He moved quickly, grabbed him and helped him sit on the ground. Amaefule seemed spaced-out as he pondered the possibility of what he had heard. “But my daughter died five years ago, Emenike. How is she alive and able to attack Lokpanta?” “Amaefule, your daughter has been alive all these years. She faked her death to seek powers, the sort of higher powers our people walked in the days of yore. From what I have heard, there will be no Lokpanta by nightfall. Get yourself ready let’s help her finish what neither our ancestors nor we could do!” “So Adaku has been living alone in ajo ofia (the evil forest)? What has she become? What has she been eating? Is she still human?” “Amaefule stop asking these questions, what matters now is that Lokpanta is being destroyed by one of our own and we should help her finish the job.” “Yes we should! Lokpanta killed our ancestors and slaughtered those who offered them help. They hunted us till they believed the last of us had been killed. What was our sin Emenike?!” “Nothing my friend! Nothing, my good friend! In their eyes, wizardry and enchantment were evil. They claimed our ancestors filled their land with evil by their witchcraft. Have we not heard that they did good with their gifts…” “Shhhh! Do not use the word ‘gifts’ my friend,” Amaefule said mockingly. “Lokpanta might hear that word and revive. Do not forget they burnt men, women and children for merely saying the obvious truth that the witchcraft our people practiced was a gift of God.” “They allowed the church and its teachings to replace our old ways. They burnt our priests and followed white man’s juju called church. Now where is the God of the church they followed? Ndi nzuzu (stupid people)!” “Emenike you asked where their God is, I will answer that question for you. He saw my daughter and fled from Lokpanta! Hahahaha! In fact, I will pour libation to my daughter Adaku and make her my new god when Lokpanta falls.” “Amaefule you will not be alone in that! I will also make Adaku my new god and that of my family. Singlehandedly, she chased away the God of the church in Lokpanta and killed his followers. She is a god! Adaku, the mighty Igbo sorceress, is a god!” “Emenike, let me go get ready. There is a small business of wiping out the last of Lokpanta people to do.” “Yes Amaefule, there is. Go, I can’t wait to give them a taste of my venom.” Amaefule, ran into his house. While he waited for his friend to return, he began to make incantations with his magic wand, summoning other witches and wizards amongst their small town of witches and wizards. When Amaefule came out of his house, he was battle ready. He must have made a few incantations with his magic wand inside the house because it was glowing. Emenike looked at him and perceived that he was worried about something. “I see concern in your face Amaefule.” “Yes, there is a small one on my mind.” “Spill it out then.” “I hope no one in Lokpanta knows the truth.” “No, nobody knows! If anyone did, how then did Adaku take out the village so easily?” And so they set out for Lokpanta with five other witches and wizards in their company. Daniel made it into the farmlands and then collapsed. He had pushed himself as much as he could. Breathing as though he would give up the ghost, he watched the mad cow stop at the edge of the farmlands which began where he fell. On account of the opete plant which was all over the farmlands, the cow was afraid to venture into the land. It stood by the edge hoofing and bleating angrily. When the beast arrived, it also would not dare enter the farmland where Daniel lay helplessly. Above Daniel, Adaku, the great Igbo sorceress, hovered, slowly descending on him. The magic wand in her hand burning dangerously. She would not dare set a foot on the ground where Daniel was, but she could finish him off from the air. “I told your mother that you are a fool but she would not believe me. Yet again, here you are proving to me how much a fool you are,” the sorceress said to Daniel. Daniel was alarmed. Did she just mention my mother? He asked himself. Mustering strength, he asked feebly, “Did you just mention my mother, evil one?” “Yes, I did little fool; and what will you do about it?!” she asked, unleashing a volt of spell from her magic wand. “No!” shouted Daniel in fear, as layers of bluish bubbles ejected from his mouth, and trapped the volt of spell from the sorceress. “I know what you have in your mouth! It is a dry leaf of that plant. I will keep doing this until its strength fades in your mouth and I burn you to death. Your mother is dead. I killed her. Your friend and the little boy are in no condition to help you either. You see, you are mine to do as I wish. Hahahaha!” she guffawed callously. Daniel gritted his teeth in anger. The pain of losing his mother burnt his heart, threatening suffocate him. He had no choice but to keep speaking so to dispel the waves of attacks from the sorceress. As he fought with his words, his eyes rested on something he didn’t know was nearby. On the other side of the vast farmlands, Uju stirred from her stupor. Seeing how lifeless the boy lay next to her, she sprang toward him in alarm, shaking him amid cries. Thankfully, the boy twitched his fingers and then began to cough. Glory to God, they both were alive. Lifting the boy, Uju ran over to a corner of the farmlands where there was abundant supply of opete plant and began to stuff both her mouth and that of the boy with fresh opete leaves. It was not long before opete began to ll their bodies with strength. They felt so much strength within them, they felt they were going to pop from within. “We have to take some of these back to the village. Our people must be given the chance to fight back!” Uju said, barely containing the surge of power from within her. The boy ran over to a cocoyam farm and plucked fresh cocoyam leaves. Hurriedly they began to pluck as much opete leaves as they could and wrapped them with the cocoyam leaves. “Whatever we meet on our way back, we command it to die okay,” said Uju. The boy flashed a rare smile and said, “I will be glad to give that command.” And so they set out for their village. Walking briskly and running at the same time, mam Daniel ran into the beast which had lured her son back into the village. It bled from all over its body – signs of Daniel’s vicious attacks on it. When the beast saw her, it charged toward her. Mama Daniel made no effort to avoid the beast. Rather, she ran to meet it. TBC…
11 Nov 2017 | 16:27
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11 Nov 2017 | 17:33
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Enjoying the ride
11 Nov 2017 | 17:47
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luving dis story d more
11 Nov 2017 | 18:16
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This is serious
11 Nov 2017 | 18:49
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this is thriller
12 Nov 2017 | 03:21
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12 Nov 2017 | 07:04
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12 Nov 2017 | 07:15
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Loving this
12 Nov 2017 | 07:25
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Sooo interesting
12 Nov 2017 | 09:14
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12 Nov 2017 | 11:03
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Always interesting..
12 Nov 2017 | 13:21
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I dey enjoy this story
12 Nov 2017 | 16:12
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Don't forget to like my page on facebook @ https://www.facebook.com/nnaemeka.ireokwu/ THE IGBO SORCERESS – Episode 8 “I command you, be destroyed from the cradle of your making, thou monster of clay and blood!” Mama Daniel shouted as she locked horns with the beast. The impact of the pestle in her hand against the head of the beast flung the beast into the air. When it landed on the ground, its body parts began to crack open, falling apart like broken work of ceramics. The soulful cry of the dying beast shook both the ground and the trees on it. “I know what thou art, and I know more than your witch mistress!” Mama Daniel spat as she bolted off toward the farmlands of Lokpanta. At the farmland where the sorceress engaged Daniel in a duel of spells of re and bluish bubbles of protection from opete, the sorceress felt a part of her body being torn away forcefully. The sensation she felt was nerve racking. She almost fell from the air where she suspended herself. Had she hit the ground, she would have been history. Daniel and the power of the opete plants in the farmland would have made sure she was never heard from ever again. Managing to regain control of her spells, she vanished from the scene of the battle with Daniel. Daniel made good use of that breather and reached for the tender opete plant which was close by. Shuffling its leaves into his mouth, he sprang to his feet. The cow and the beast had already begun to retreat from the farmland. They could not figure out what made Adaku, the sorceress, to scream in pain and take fight as she did. Far beyond the outskirts of Lokpanta, the sorceress crashed to the ground spewing blood from her mouth. “Someone knows what I know,” she said to herself panting heavily. “I have killed Daniel’s mother; who else possibly knows the source of my magic? Who knows that my three beasts were made with clay and my blood?” she wondered aloud, turning her head in every direction. Managing to stand to her feet, she staggered toward an old Iroko tree. When she reached it, she held her magic wand toward it and commanded, “Ancient gate of darkness, open to me!” The Iroko tree split wide open from its base. Inside the dark portal were the roiling wind of blackness and the heart-wrenching wails of the dead. Just half-way into the open portal, the sorceress scooped sand from the ground, spit the blood in her mouth into it and commanded, “Thou beast hung in atop a tree at the border of Lokpanta farmlands, fall to the ground and revive! Go forth, raise the dead and kill!” Done making the command, she cast the blood-mixed sand on the ground and black smoke belched from it. As soon as she vanished into the portal at the base of the Iroko tree, the beast hung atop a tree fell to the ground and began to heal fast. While Uju and the little boy hurried back home, they heard the unsettling cries of the beast as it revived. “I thought the beast was dead?” Uju asked, sounding very worried. “We have to get home fast Uju,” the boy said as he picked up his pace. Mama Daniel also heard the cry of the beast and so made a run in that direction. The revived beast had something new, and Mama Daniel could feel it. She was forced to stop in her tracks. There was something very evil about the cry of the revived beast. What she thought was a cry, was much more than that, it was call for the spirits of fallen witches and wizards in the land to rise, and she was yet to realize it. “Lord help us. The sorceress must have realized I know a lot. She now knows how I killed one of her beasts and she must be hurt…” she paused, her mind deeply fixed on a thought. “Oh my God! The sorceress is hurt! She is hurt! The manner in which I killed her beast must have weakened her! This call for the spirits of the fallen witches and wizards to rise is a call for help! She must be on the run! No!!! I can’t let this happen!” she shouted with both her hands on her head. She was wondering what to do. If the dead witches and wizards were to rise, Lopkanta and everything in it would be wiped out. Mama Daniel was beside herself with worry by now. “Only the devil can think of such evil! The devil embodies this sorceress in deed! What do I do Lord?!” she asked, pacing about restlessly as the beast continued to call for the rise of the dead witches and wizards of old. “Yes!!!” mama Daniel exclaimed as a thought occurred to her. Scoping sand from the ground, she held it toward the burning sun above her head and declare, “Let blood answer to blood. This beast is a work of blood and clay. Dear God, there is a blood shed for us all; and we all in Lokpanta have come into the cover of the blood of your son. Now I declare in the name of the holy Son of God who has the keys of death and hades, let the gates of the graves of the fallen witches and wizards of old be shut! Let the chains of the righteous blood of the Son of God keep them down in their graves! Let the portals that lead into Lokpanta be sealed with the blood of your son Jesus!” She was still praying when she felt an unusually strong force levitate her, and the sand in her hand became as white as snow, glowing with the strength of the sun. From her suspended position in the air, she cast the sand in her hand all over the ground. Immediately the crying beast ceased to cry. The cracking graves across the length and breadth of Lokpanta, slammed shut. Already the hands and heads of the dead in those graves had begun to shoot out. When mama Daniel hit the ground on her feet, she felt renewed with great strength. She could sense the revived beast coming for her and the beast could sense her too. There was one more task to do – tell Daniel, if he was still alive, how to fight and to reach her quickly with fresh leaves of opete. Dry opete leaves had limit and she knew it. Just like she did in her house when Daniel was chasing a beast back into the village, she spit into her hand, slammed it on the ground and called out her son’s name, “Daniel Ekwedike!!!” At the other side of the farmlands, Daniel was engaged in a fight against the beast and the cow. He fought with new strength never seen by the beast and the cow. They could not stand him, yet he could not kill them. When his mother’s voice reached him and he stopped to fight, it served as a chance for the cow and the beast to flee from him. “Who calls me with my dead mother’s voice?!” Daniel queried “Who told you that I am dead Daniel? The sorceress tried to kill me with my dead mother s voice?! Daniel queried. Who told you that I am dead Daniel? The sorceress tried to kill me but God sent help and saved me.” “Are you truly alive, mama?” “Yes, I am. You must have laid your hands on the fresh opete leaves, have you?” “I have, mama.” “Good. I need you to get me as much as you can. I am heading toward Udemezue’s yam farm. One of the dead beasts is back to live. It has come with renewed strength and had hoped to bring back an army of dead witches and wizards. I have taken care of that.” “How do I know this is really you?” “The sorceress or anyone on her side cannot ask you to bring to them fresh opete leaves. They can’t mention the name of the plant and much less touch it… Now this is how you fight with the leaves in your mouth. The beasts are made with clay and the blood of the sorceress. For them to die, you must command death on the cradle of their making which is clay and blood. The cow has a portion of the spirit of the sorceress. Without that spirit, it is just an ordinary cow! Did you…” her voice stopped suddenly. “Mama! Mama!! Mama!!!” Daniel shouted in fear. He could sense something or someone had attacked his mother. Running deeper into the farmland, he plucked as much opete leaves as he could. Wrapping them with cocoyam leaves, he bolted off toward Udemezue’s yam farm. “Mama there is a call for everyone to come out. The town crier has just said that there is a way to fight back! Please don’t tell me you won’t open that door!” Ifeoma pleaded. Kenneth was moved by the little girl’s bravery. “If I die, I die! I am done being a coward!” shouted Kenneth as he made for the door, unbolting it. Outside there was a mammoth crowd. They were all running toward elder Obieze’s compound. Uju and the little boy had convinced some of the elders about the potency of fresh opete leaves in their mouths. The leaves were being distributed fast. Against her mother’s wish, Ifeoma sneaked out of the house. Instead of going to Obieze’s compound, she ran off toward the farmlands. She could hear a familiar voice calling for help. With no opete leaf in her mouth or machete in her hand, the little seer went for her first battle. TBC…
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Don't forget to like my page on facebook @ https://www.facebook.com/nnaemeka.ireokwu/ THE IGBO SORCERESS – Episode 9 “Look, there comes a little girl,” said Amaefule, pointing at Ifeoma. “This is a gift from the gods. Just what I need for my next sacrifice. You know the priest asked that I bring the tongue, head and the private part of a young child. I can’t believe how lucky I am,” Emenike said excitedly. “Wait Emenike, she is mine. I saw her first,” Amaefule pointed out. “What do you need a little girl for Amaefule?” “I was asked to bring the same things as you, Emenike. You are not the only one seeking new levels of power. I can use an upgrade especially now that Lokpanta is down on its knees.” “Okay good friend, I will let you have her only on one condition.” “And what is the condition?” “That you help me abduct five other girls before we leave Lokpanta today.” “Is that is? I will help you abduct ten if you want.” “Comrades, I think this child is not wandering aimlessly. Look at what she is doing! She is not lost!” said Adaure, one of the five others who joined them to Lokpanta. They all turned back their attention to Ifeoma. She was leaning over mama Daniel and silently speaking words into her ears. “What is she doing?” asked Emenike, his eyes flaring. “Obviously trying to revive the lady we struck down,” Amaefule pointed out. “So as it is, elders of Lokpanta now send out children to do battle for them?” Emenike wondered aloud. “Since she is a warrior lets treat her like one” Amaefule said springing to his feet his magic wand ready to do harm warrior, lets treat her like one, Amaefule said, springing to his feet, his magic wand ready to do harm. “Tread carefully Amaefule, I see strength in the little child!” Adaure warned. Her warning landed on deaf ears. Amaefule was racing toward Ifeoma, making incantations. Ifeoma had managed to revive mama Daniel. She opened her eyes only to behold in shock the face of the little girl she saw back in her house when the sorceress attacked her. “What are you doing here child?” mama Daniel asked. There was no time for Ifeoma to reply her. Several spells like thunder lightning were headed their way. In fact, Ifeoma was the target. At Udemezue’s yam farm, Daniel ran around maniacally in search of his mother. He called her name at the top of his voice but got no answer. He ran deeper and wider to see if he could pick up her tracks but found none. He was beside himself with fear and rage. Out of ideas about what to do, he decided to follow the track which led to the new government palm tree farm. As he drew nearer, he heard voices of men and saw sparks of re. He went to the ground and crouched on all fours, patiently moving closer to the group of witches and wizards ahead of him. While he schemed his attack, he ran into the revived beast, he was squatting over a young lady, eating her alive. With his fangs, he pulled out flesh from the lady’s thighs and fed the bloody chunk into his mouth. When the lady saw Daniel, she raised her hand toward him and cried for help. Though her words were inaudible, Daniel understood her. Her desperate gesticulations toward Daniel made the beast to turn. Daniel’s lost his breath when he saw the blood-filled mouth of the beast, his eyes which flamed like torchlight. When the beast stood on his feet and marched toward Daniel, he towered like a tree above him. On the forehead of the beast were two horns. He could tell they had just sprouted. The last time he saw the three beasts, none of them had horns. “Mama was right, this one is different,” he said to himself. Almost at the same time he said that, he heard within him, “But it is still made of clay and blood. The blood of the sorceress.” “Yes! Yes! I can destroy it from its cradle,” Daniel said to encourage himself. From the direction of the sparks of re and the voices he heard earlier, came his mother’s voice, shouting words he could not make out. He wanted to run to her aid, but the giant beast cut him off. Daniel fed more fresh opete leaves into his mouth as though the ones in his mouth were not enough. When the beast saw the opete leaves in Daniel’s hand, his anger flared. He made breathtaking moves toward Daniel and raised his long right arm to take Daniel’s head off with his thick, strong and sharp fangs. It was like watching one’s execution unfold. Daniel had no time to evade the attack as the long arm of the beast came toward his neck. Back in the village an irate, ground-shaking army of men and women with opete leaves in their mouths surged out from elder Obieze’s compound. They had one objective, and it was to kill anything considered an enemy. In front of the army was Uju, she was leading them to the place where she encountered the beasts and the sorceress. They didn’t have to go too far from their village when they got their first taste of battle that day. They were chanting war songs and pounding their feet on the ground when the beast and the cow which had fled from Daniel ran into them. At the sight of the beast and the mad cow, the entire army stood still. The fear of what they had seen the mad cow do immobilized them. The fearsomeness of the beast was not unknown to them either. Uju could smell fear amongst her people; and so also the mad cow and the beast. It was up to Uju now to show her people what fresh opete leaves could to. She could not let them flee in fear. If that were to happen, many of them would die and many more would flee from the village and would perhaps never return. The fear amongst the army of Lokpanta encouraged the beast and the mad cow to attack them. As they made their charge toward the army, Ujunwa ran to meet them head on. “I command you stop!!!” Uju shouted at the top of her voice. She felt unusual strength leave her mouth. It was like continuous waves of electromagnetic pulse. Like the sharp blades of a warrior, her words sunk into the flesh of the beast and the mad cow, sending them to the ground. The cry from the mad cow and the beast almost left the ears of those present deafened. From behind Ujunwa, her people echoed in pleasant surprise. Finally, Lokpanta regained their advantage. No more shall they be oppressed by any sorceress and her magical creations. Many amongst them may die, but they would never run from any oppressor. Uju looked back at her people and a smile, brighter than the sun spread over her face. She turned back toward the mad cow and the beast, her machete raised. Like a rabid dog she began to hack them. Them her people joined in. Machetes rose and landed on the beast and the mad cow in unbroken fashion and yet they would not die. Uju wanted to see the end of the cow and the beast to give her people greater hope, and so she asked that they stop butchering the monster cow and the beast of clay. Many of them were covered in blood and panting tiredly, yet they could not wait to finish of their dreaded enemy. Uju was convinced that if just one command from her opete-filled mouth could stop the beast of clay and the mad cow, the very leaves of opete on the bodies of their foes would end their miserable lives, and that she did. Reaching into the raffia bag slung across her shoulder, she removed a few fresh leaves of opete. When the beast of clay and the mad cow saw the leaves, they began to shiver. Uju wasted no time to drop it on them. While they all watched, the mad cow and the beast began to burn with a great re. The mere touch of opete leaves on their bodies set them ablaze. The joyful roar of the people of Lokpanta, reverberated far and near and went into the ears of their enemies. Even the revived beast of clay heard them. In times of old, it was commonly said that when Lokpanta roars, then the lions have awakened. And so it was in this time. As the people of Lokpanta celebrated the end of the mad cow which terrorized them, the sky above them darkened and torrents of flames began to rain down on them. The sorceress was back with great wrath, and she had returned to finish what she began. Amid the mayhem of running from the rain of flames, Uju lifted her eyes to the sky and spoke to the descending torrential rain of re. Many of her people heard her and did the same. The flames above them froze, hanging in the air and the ones on their bodies and on the ground quenched with great force. Now the real battle has begun ground quenched with great force. Now the real battle has begun. TBC…
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Abeg next ooooo This story is very interesting
13 Nov 2017 | 13:17
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This story is just wow! More pls
13 Nov 2017 | 13:42
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Getting more interesting..
13 Nov 2017 | 14:24
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Wow oya continue
13 Nov 2017 | 14:37
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13 Nov 2017 | 16:36
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Following Nice one
14 Nov 2017 | 06:14
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Loving it
14 Nov 2017 | 06:35
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This story authenticates the biblical assertion that "My people perish because of lack of knowledge". Just look at how the people of Lokpatan were able to face the battle against the beast, mad cow and the sorcerer squarely just with the new knowledge learned Knowledge is indeed power
14 Nov 2017 | 06:53
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Hmmmmm interesting story
14 Nov 2017 | 09:22
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THE IGBO SORCERESS – Episode 10 Mama Daniel was alarmed; from being the rescued, she became the rescuer. The only way to get Ifeoma out of harm’s way was to tackle her down. The balls of flame from Emenike’s magic wand were too close to Ifeoma. “Get down child!!!” mama Daniel screamed, tackling her hard. Much to her chagrin, little Ifeoma dug her feet in the ground, resisting the well-placed tackle. Raising her head like an angry serpent about to strike a pray, she shrilled, “I know my God and my God knows me! Therefore no weapon fashioned against me shall prosper!!!” The blazing balls of re from Emenike hit God knows me! Therefore, no weapon fashioned against me shall prosper!!! The blazing balls of re from Emenike hit the ground with brute force and quenched as though drums of water had been emptied on them. “What power is this?!” Emenike asked, as he applied brakes on his dash toward Ifeoma. “Who are you child?” mama Daniel asked with her hands over her mouth. With the innocence of a child, Ifeoma replied, “I am the best student in our Sunday school class. I believe God takes his word as he says them…” Ifeoma was still speaking when more waves of blazing balls of re came her way. “Look child!” shouted mama Daniel. With unbelievable courage, Ifeoma walked toward the balls of re spells from the witches and wizards, saying, “He that kept me neither sleeps nor slumbers. He who kept Shadrach, Meshach and Abednego in the pit of re shall not allow me to be hurt by these evil . He who kept Daniel from the claws of lions in the den of lions, shall not suffer me to be harmed.” She was quoting lines from her Sunday school manual and believed them with all her heart. Every word she was taught, she held onto with faith. To her, there was no need to be afraid if God says his children should not. One after another, the balls of re hit the ground burning holes into it as they extinguished. Emenike, Amaefule, Adaure and the others lowered their magic wands and bolted off toward the direction of their accursed village of witches and wizards. “She is a witch!” “She is the devil’s daughter!” “Run! Run!” Amaefule and his group shouted as they ran. Encouraged by what she had seen, Ifeoma decided to unleash her own attack, “May you all be victims of that you have wished us. May you turn on yourselves like the armies of the Ammonites, the Moabites and Mount Seir!” As soon as Ifeoma was done making that pronouncement, Amaefule’s magic wand triggered by itself and struck down Adaure to the ground, killing her instantly. Her cousin turned in anger and red a spell into the heart of his fellow wizard, thinking he was responsible for his cousin’s death. In a split second, the company of witches and wizards was overtaken by confusion as they began to attack each other. Amaefule and Emenike dropped their magic wands and ran as fast as they could. It took some twenty minutes before Emenike and Amaefule realized what they had done to themselves. In their bid to escape from the confusion which overtook their team, they ran into the haunted forest of nturukpa trees. nturukpa, in Igbo folklores is the younger brother of oha tree. Nturukpa did so much evil that demons found in it a worthy habitation, one as evil as they were. And so, on account of its evil deeds, the Igbos chose to favour his brother oha in the worship of their gods and in the preparation of such delicacies as ofe oha (oha soup). It would amount to insult and desecration for shrines to be raised in the name of gods with nturkpa tree. As is commonly known, shrines amongst the Igbos are raised with oha tree and other sacred trees. “What have we done, Emenike? We are in the midst of nturukpa forest! Arrrgh! Arrrgh!!!” Amaefule shouted as both friends jumped on each other. In that moment, the evil forest took its toll on their minds; they began to hallucinate about tigers and leopards crawling out of the nturukpa trees, heading for them. There was nothing more left for him to do than to embrace death. However, out of the blue, it occurred to him to spit the paste of fresh opete leaves in his mouth on the incoming, gigantic hand of the revived beast. When the hand of the revived beast and the paste of chewed opete leaves met, a blazing storm of re took over the beast, thrusting him high into the air. Just by an hair’s breath, the hand of the beast missed Daniel’s neck. With a great force the beast crashed to the ground. As the re subdued him, he fought to break free from it. Daniel took more opete leaves and shoved them into his mouth. Running over to the burning beast, he commanded, “Thou beast of clay and blood, be destroyed from your cradle!!” At Daniel’s command, the body of the beast began to crack wide open like broken shards of china plate. As it did so, the great re over him began to rush into the openings in his body. Daniel hit the ground and covered his ears with both hands. The painful cry of the beast seemed to pull his heart out of his chest. “What is that cry!” Ifeoma asked. She could sense the sound of evil in the cry of pain. “It is the cry of the revived beast. My son must have struck him down! He should have waited for me to do it! The cry of the beast is a spell; he wants to take my son’s heart as he dies!” “I will not let that happen!” Ifeoma declared and charged toward the direction of the cry. “Child stop! This is no longer a battle for babies! You are no match for the beast!” “The beast is no match for my God!” Ifeoma barked as she tried to slow down, her little legs bending as though they would break as she strained them to bring her body to a stop. “The y which has no guide goes into the grave with a corpse! Go back home child!” “You are right mama, but I am not that y! I have a guide, and God is my Guide!” Mama Daniel’s jaw dropped in awe. She could not believe the amount of wisdom from the mouth of a little girl like her. “Okay child, you can come with me if you insist.” “I insist mama.” By the time they found Daniel, he was lying lifeless on the ground and blood gushing from his mouth. The cry of the revived beast had long faded to a whisper. “You arrows of re pointing down at my people, turn back and strike she who sent you!” Uju’s voice echoed. The frozen spell of drops of re came alive and went up like missiles Adaku garbed in a dark robe and standing in the midst of spell of drops of re came alive and went up like missiles. Adaku, garbed in a dark robe and standing in the midst of dark cloud above the sky, gasped in fear, “What is this?!” She waved her magic wand at the storm of drops of re shooting up toward and commanded, “Freeze and attack me not! It is I Adaku who made you!” The fiery storm continued its ascent toward her. Her heart leaped into her mouth in fear as her eyes darted about. There was no cover for her to hide in. She was in the open sky alone and that made her a good target. Added to her dire situation was the pain of the life of the last beast being torn away from her as his life faded away. “Has anyone of you seen Ifeoma, Ngozika’s daughter?!” Kenneth asked as he ran around elder Obieze’s compound. “What would a girl of her age be doing outside on a day like this? Go look under her mother’s bed, that is where other children are hiding in their homes!” Obieze’s wife said. “Mama, Ifeoma is no ordinary child! She is the only one who saw ahead of time what we have suffered today. Her mother tried to warn Nze Emeka but he would not listen. I fear she may have followed one of her visions and ventured outside the village,” Kenneth said sadly. Obieze’s wife stood surprised, her mouth hanging agape. She walked over to Kenneth and stood before him shoulder to shoulder. “Kenneth, did you just say the vision of the evil we have suffered today was revealed to one of us before it began and yet the elders were not told?” she asked. “Yes mama. It was revealed to the little girl Ifeoma, and her mother told Nze Emeka, but he chose not to listen to her.” “Why didn’t Ngozika tell the elders?!” she barked. Her voice drew all eyes their way. “Mama, Ngozika told the right person! She did what was expected of her! She told Nze Emeka who had the ears of the elders. Ngozika followed the due process!” Kenneth explained the best he could. He knew what was coming and he feared it. Turning his back on Kenneth, Obieze’s wife commanded young men to go and arrest Ngozika and all the members of her household. She also sent a party to the town hall to see if they could find Nze Emeka alive. “Don’t bother looking for him, mama, Ifeoma also prophesied that Nze Emeka will not return home alive. It was his punishment for failing to tell the elders that the mad cow was possessed with the spirit of the sorceress,” explained Kenneth. TBC…
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THE IGBO SORCERESS – Episode 11 “Oh my daughter! Ifeoma oh! Ifeoma! Where is my daughter? Who saw my daughter?!” Ngozika cried as fellow women consoled her in her living room. “Stop crying Ngozika! Many have lost their loved ones today, and here you are crying because your daughter is out there playing around. She is not dead! She may still be alive. The God who opens her eyes to see many visions will keep her! Stop crying Ngozika! Stop!” said one of the elderly women in the living room. The women were forced to turn toward the door at the sound of many feet pounding the ground That was the sound of The women were forced to turn toward the door at the sound of many feet pounding the ground. That was the sound of the feet of those sent by elder Obieze’s wife to arrest Ngozika and her entire family. “Ngozika you are under arrest!” one of the young men barked. Ngozika looked at him in a confused manner, concluding he was certainly beside himself. In anger she sprang up. “What did you just say, Akabueze?” she asked, ghting hard to keep herself from attacking him. “Madam Ngozika, I said you and your entire family are under arrest for conspiring with the sorceress to destroy Lokpanta!” “May the heavens remove your tongue immediately and afflict your generation with acute dumbness, Akabueze!” Ngozika yelled at him and ran into her bedroom. In a jiffy she returned with her husband’s machete and aimed a deadly blow at Akabueze. Akabueze lunged forward and parried her attack expertly. “What is this rubbish Akabueze? Will you and your colleagues attack a sorrowful woman in her husband’s house?” the women asked as they circled Ngozika. “Arrest her!!!” Akabueze demanded! “Nobody is going to arrest her, at least not until you explain your reason for intending to do so!” the women demanded. “Did you not hear me, women? Ngozika and her daughter Ifeoma knew about today’s attack on Lokpanta and yet failed to inform the elders about it so we could avert it!” The women turned and asked Ngozika, “Ngozi, is this true?” Ngozika raised her machete menacingly and cursed, “This boy did not suck his mother’s breast, rather he sucked her anus! Now I know why you are famous for being stupid! My fellow women, indeed my daughter saw today’s attack before it happened. However, as quickly as she did, we ran to Nze Emeka to tell him what was coming; instead the foolish Nze chose to rubbish our claim about the cow being possessed with the spirit of the sorceress and sent us home disrespectfully.” “Ngozika say no more words to these pack of fools!” a voice barked from outside, it was Kenneth; in his company were four other young men including Udemba, the young man who was present when Ifeoma and her mother tried hard to persuade Nze Emeka to give order that the cow be slaughtered outside Lokpanta. “I was present when Nze Emeka mocked Ngozika and her daughter for saying Ifeoma saw the cow bringing evil into Lokpanta. Akabueze, if you have been sent here to arrest Ngozika and her family, then let it be known to you that I will resist the arrest!” Udemba barked, drawing his glistening machete. In fear the women who were standing around Ngozika knelt down and began to plead with Udemba, “Please Udemba, don’t do this! We have suffered enough today. The sorceress is still lose, attacking our people, let us end her miserable life first and then we can settle this matter. From what we have heard, Ngozika and her missing daughter are innocent. Please don’t ght Udemba.” With many other words they persuaded both Udemba, Kenneth and the young men led by Akabueze to respectfully take Ngozika and her children to elder Obieze’s compound. Mama Daniel ran to her son’s lifeless body and raised it, shouting, “Daniel! Daniel! Can you hear me Daniel?!” With her wrapper she cleaned the blood oozing from his mouth. She feared how it might end because Daniel’s body was too hot and the amount of blood from his mouth was much. She tried to shove some opete leaves into his mouth but he had his teeth clenched. Across where the revived beast lay, panting those enchanted cries which were sucking the life out of Daniel, Ifeoma stooped and put both her hands on the beast and began to demand, “Thou beast of clay and blood…” Mama Daniel raised her head in utter shock. She could not believe she heard right. “Who is this child? How did she know the revived beast is made of clay and blood? Could she be a witch herself? When this is over, I shall put her to the test,” she said to herself. While she wondered who Ifeoma really was, the little girl continued to make her prayerful demand in the name of Jesus, “…release his soul in the name of Jesus! I command you beast of clay and blood release the soul of Daniel and return empty handed from whence thou comest! This I demand you do now!” Done praying she stood upright, her eyes darting about. Spotting Daniel’s machete she ran over to where it lay, picking it up, she ran back to the revived beast. Standing over the beast with her legs on either side of him, she raised the machete as high as she could and brought it down on the chest of the revived beast. The full length of the machete sunk into the burning chest of the beast and dark smoke mixed with re belched up, throwing Ifeoma away from the beast. Mama Daniel feared the worst, thinking the little girl had been hurt. Ifeoma picked herself up and ran back to the beast and yelled with her little voice, “I have struck thee with the machete of the Lord by faith! Beast, I command you and your sorceress maker, release Daniel now!” Immediately Daniel gasped and woke from his unconsciousness. “This child is special,” mama Daniel whispered to herself. “Let us go, the sorceress intends to come here! My strike on the beast hurt her deeply. Our people have her cornered right now, we must join them!” Ifeoma announced. “She can see things too. Daniel have you met this girl before?” “I have not, but I saw her in my vision when I was unconscious. She is special.” While Daniel and her mother conversed in whispers, Ifeoma bolted off back to the village. As she ran, she prayed under her breath, “Lord, help Uju and the others to keep the sorceress pinned until I arrive Today we shall kill her and take her head off!” Having tasted several victories keep the sorceress pinned until I arrive. Today we shall kill her and take her head off! Having tasted several victories that day, there was no stopping her. Daniel sprang to his feet and hobbled after Ifeoma. Mama Daniel ran over to the burning beast, removed some opete leaves from the collection Daniel had plucked and dropped them on his body. The re on the beast rose high as though gunpowder had been dropped on the beast. As the revived beast of clay and blood, burnt to ashes, Mama Daniel ran to meet up with Ifeoma and her son. “Spare me! Nturukpa spare me! I offer you my soul, spare me! I will serve you! I swear, I will serve you nturukpa!” Amaefule cried as he turned in every direction pleading with the tigers and leopards which circled him. A few feet away from him, Emenike lay dead on the ground, his carcass being eaten by beasts of all kinds. “Spare my life nturukpa forest. I am Amaefule, the father of Adaku, the great sorceress! I will do as much evil as you will bid me do!” The moment he said that, the visions of the animals crouching around him vanished from his eyes. He rubbed his eyes severally to make sure he was not dreaming. “He spared me. Nturukpa spared me,” he whispered to himself, touching his body with both hands in disbelief. “Amaefule!” a monstrous voice called his name. He shook in fear. “Who calls my name?” he asked, still shaking. “Fool, who else is here?” “I am sorry nturukpa, your servant is afraid.” ‘Fear not, I have spared your life for now. I need you to do something for me!” “Name it nturukpa and I will do it!” “Good, I need you to return to Lokpanta and rescue Adaku. I need her soul and body for a greater evil purpose!” “But my lord, Adaku my daughter does not need saving. She is the one whom Lokpanta fears now. My eyes have seen what she did to them.” “Amaefule shot up! Adaku will be killed and her head taken off if you do not do go to rescue her now!” “I will go my lord! However, how can I alone face Lokpanta who now knows about opete leaves?” “Do not worry, is there not an adage which says, ‘when a native doctor performs a potent charm, another native doctor will perform a counter potent charm?’ I know about opete and how to nullify it. Go, I am with you! The entire forest of nturukpa is with you!” Amaefule bowed and ran off. As he meandered through the forest, he saw his magic wand lying on the ground and shooting spells. It had been reshaped and now looked far more ominous. “Take it and fight till your daughter is saved! With this wand, opete and Lokpanta shall not be able to stand before you,” nturukpa said to him. Amaefule stooped and picked the magic wand. TBC…
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14 Nov 2017 | 14:24
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hmm ok oo, nxt pls
14 Nov 2017 | 15:20
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Superb
14 Nov 2017 | 15:31
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Twisted
14 Nov 2017 | 15:38
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hot
14 Nov 2017 | 15:58
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This is just the beginning
14 Nov 2017 | 16:22
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Hmmm, ride on
14 Nov 2017 | 17:15
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wow! wow!! wow!!!, which this story could be a movie. Great work brother @Itzprince.
14 Nov 2017 | 22:10
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The battle is now getting stronger and more fierce though I know that evil will surely bow to good
15 Nov 2017 | 07:40
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hmmn *firstly deactivate ghostmode* this is great. Mr writter- you are talented
15 Nov 2017 | 08:37
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Interesting ride on
15 Nov 2017 | 08:42
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na so father and pikin take go ooo
15 Nov 2017 | 09:18
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you will surely fail
15 Nov 2017 | 10:31
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Interesting..
15 Nov 2017 | 10:37
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getting hotter
15 Nov 2017 | 11:01
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Just when i thought have seen it all...
15 Nov 2017 | 11:18
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More war
15 Nov 2017 | 11:57
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Hmmmm, this is serious o.
15 Nov 2017 | 12:19
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let's see
15 Nov 2017 | 14:01
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click on this link to read the completed story https://www.facebook.com/nnaemeka.ireokwu THE IGBO SORCERESS – Episode 12 Adaku conjured a crystal cyst of light around her body and folded herself into a heap. From beneath the cyst, arrows of flames ascended toward her at supersonic speed. The first waves of the arrows of flames to reach the cyst bounced off it and exploded into a massive ball of re around the cyst. Inside the cyst Adaku cried out in fear. There was no hope in sight. Many more arrows of flames were on their way toward her. Uju and the army of Lokpanta had made sure they kept speaking to the arrows to multiply and attack Adaku till she would fall out of the sky “There is no hope any more It’s all speaking to the arrows to multiply and attack Adaku till she would fall out of the sky. There is no hope any more. It’s all my fault. I should have killed them all when I had the chance,” Adaku sorrowed. In a bid to save her life, she tried to reach out to other evil powers that might want to help her, “Is there anyone out there who can hear my voice?! This is Adaku, the great sorceress in the wild, daughter of Amaefule, chief amongst the wizards of Umueke village. Come to my aid. Please help me to wipe clean from the earth these evil seeds of Lokpanta which pollute our earth!” While she sought help the cyst began to crack. It could no longer take the volumes of attacks it had been subjected to. Inside the cyst, Adaku bounced around as the cyst shook terribly. Out of the blue a voice spoke to her, “Adaku, be strong and fight on!” “Who is this?” she asked. “It is I nturukpa, lover of evil deeds and home to the most heinous evil powers. I have sent help your way. Rise up and fight!” Adaku stood to her feet, managing to steady herself in spite of how much the cyst trembled. “If I might ask, lord nturukpa, who is this help you have sent?” Adaku asked. She knew a lot about how evil nturukpa can be. “Your father Amaefule is on his way to help you. He will wipe Lokpanta clean and bring you to me, child.” “No!!! No! Nturukpa no! Don’t do this! Let my father go free and send help to me through some other means!” “There is no other way. Your father came to me himself. He ran into my forest and I spared his life. His friend Emenike is dead. Your father has accepted my offer already. However, if you won’t receive him, I might as well take his life now!” “Please lord nturukpa, let him live! I accept your offer of help!” “Good. Now get busy with killing these filths that stain Lokpanta. When this is over, your father will bring you to me. You and I will make a perfect team for greater evil!” Adaku was certain her father was gone forever. Nturukpa never released what he took. In anger over the pain of losing her father, she looked down at the people of Lokpanta, and the arrows of flames heading her way and spit down at them. “You are the reason nturukpa took my father from me! On my blood I swear to fight till Lokpanta is no more!” she shouted. Like an insane lady, she bit into her wrist and blood began to gush. Raising her hand above her head, she let her blood drip over her face and down to the floor of the cyst. Then she began to make incantations, while she muttered those words, the cyst broke into flames. It had taken as much attack as it could. Down below, Uju and the people of Lokpanta began to celebrate wildly. “Now the sorceress knows that Lokpanta is not a people to toy with!” Uju shouted. “Find her body! Search for her body!” voices of young men echoed. In the midst of the fiery debris falling to the ground, Adaku descended, her eyes burning with flames, her hands full of burning arrows, and her feet buried in re. She would dare trudge on the soil of Lokpanta and finish what she had begun. As she breathed, fiery smokes belched from her mouth and nostrils. “Stop! Stop! Something is coming our way! Oh my God! This one is worse than the sorceress!” “What is it my child?” mama Daniel asked. “It is a man robed with the power of a god! I see him coming from nturukpa forest!” “Jesus Christ! Did you just say nturukpa forest, child?” “Yes, mama.” Mama Daniel paced about restlessly with both hands on her head. “Mama how bad is it?” Daniel asked. “Very bad my child! In wars of old, it was nturukpa who stopped opete from saving many of our people. Opete was eventually able to help our people but that was after thousands had died. It was said that a truce had to be reached between the gods of old before opete could help us…” she paused thinking very hard. Grabbing Ifeoma by both hands, mama Daniel stooped before her and said, “Little child, I have seen what you can do. You fight without opete in your mouth. I am convinced that only you can face what is on its way to our village.” Ifeoma smiled innocently as if her village was in no danger. “Mama, if it be so, then let me run now and meet this evil before it gets close enough to do much harm against us,” she said. “I am very sorry I ask this of you. I don’t know what else to do now,” mama Daniel said, almost in tears. “Don’t do that mama. Don’t cry. It is a good thing this evil is coming against us at this time. It is good that we end it along with the sorceress. Let us go!” the little seer said bravely. And so Ifeoma, mama Daniel and Daniel turned back toward the farmlands. At the boundary between Lokpanta farmlands and the uncultivated lands of Umuchieze, opete plant stood, rising from the ground like an iroko tree. From where they stood far off, Ifeoma and her team saw it. “Mama what tree is this? It was not there earlier today,” Daniel observed pointing at the tree. “Mighty God of heavens, you never fail! We were right to embrace the teachings of your church! Glory to God!” “Mama why are you celebrating?” Ifeoma asked. “That tree which you see is opete plant!” Ifeoma and Daniel looked at each other unbelievably. “How can a plant become a tree?” they asked simultaneously. “Last time such a battle took place, nturukpa humiliated opete. It appears opete will have none of that this time.” “So we won’t have to fight, right?” asked Daniel. “No, we will fight. This simply means that whoever that man coming to our village is, he will have less power to fight against us with as opete locks horns with nturukpa…” mama Daniel was forced to stop by the miraculous sign happening across the opete-filled farmland. The leaves of all the opete plants in the farmlands were changing from green colour to gold. “Throw away the old leaves of opete you have! Spew it out of your mouth, son! Pluck these new leaves and put them in your mouth!” mama Daniel shouted excitedly. “Mama, can we get some of these to the people back home?” Ifeoma asked. Mama Daniel paused to think. “You know you are right Ifeoma,” she said. “Daniel I am sending you home with these new leaves. You must get them to those back home. Tell them what your eyes have seen,” she said to her son. As quickly as they could, mama Daniel, Ifeoma and Daniel began to pluck the golden leaves of opete. They plucked as much as they could and tied them in large folds wrapped with cocoyam leaves. Making use of the abandoned raffia baskets in the farmlands and two dry tree branches, mama Daniel constructed a makeshift truck. Making sure Daniel had his mouth filled with the new leaves, she sent him home with the truck. Daniel was overwhelmed by the power of the new leaves, it did not only fill him with unusual strength, it also took away his pains and increased his senses of sight and hearing. “This is different from what I had earlier,” Daniel whispered to himself and he dragged the truck home. His intention was to return to the farmlands and help his mother and Ifeoma against the coming evil. However, unknown to him, something else was waiting for him at home. Running to the edge of the farmlands, mama Daniel and Ifeoma watched as opete descended on Amaefule and nturukpa who sent him. Not even nturukpa had expected what Amaefule met on his way. Opete was raving mad. It fought to for glory. It fought to redeem it desecrated name. It fought to pay nturukpa back for what it did in the past. The ground was shooting wide open as though land mines exploded from under it and blades of opete leaves sprang up, slicing into Amaefule. Neither Amaefule nor nturukpa had seen anything like that. Amaefule was forced to run back and recover. When he charged at opete, an army of nturukpa shrubs followed behind him. TBC…
15 Nov 2017 | 14:58
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15 Nov 2017 | 23:53
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THE IGBO SORCERESS – Episode 12 Adaku conjured a crystal cyst of light around her body and folded herself into a heap. From beneath the cyst, arrows of flames ascended toward her at supersonic speed. The first waves of the arrows of flames to reach the cyst bounced off it and exploded into a massive ball of re around the cyst. Inside the cyst Adaku cried out in fear. There was no hope in sight. Many more arrows of flames were on their way toward her. Uju and the army of Lokpanta had made sure they kept speaking to the arrows to multiply and attack Adaku till she would fall out of the sky “There is no hope any more It’s all speaking to the arrows to multiply and attack Adaku till she would fall out of the sky. There is no hope any more. It’s all my fault. I should have killed them all when I had the chance,” Adaku sorrowed. In a bid to save her life, she tried to reach out to other evil powers that might want to help her, “Is there anyone out there who can hear my voice?! This is Adaku, the great sorceress in the wild, daughter of Amaefule, chief amongst the wizards of Umueke village. Come to my aid. Please help me to wipe clean from the earth these evil seeds of Lokpanta which pollute our earth!” While she sought help the cyst began to crack. It could no longer take the volumes of attacks it had been subjected to. Inside the cyst, Adaku bounced around as the cyst shook terribly. Out of the blue a voice spoke to her, “Adaku, be strong and fight on!” “Who is this?” she asked. “It is I nturukpa, lover of evil deeds and home to the most heinous evil powers. I have sent help your way. Rise up and fight!” Adaku stood to her feet, managing to steady herself in spite of how much the cyst trembled. “If I might ask, lord nturukpa, who is this help you have sent?” Adaku asked. She knew a lot about how evil nturukpa can be. “Your father Amaefule is on his way to help you. He will wipe Lokpanta clean and bring you to me, child.” “No!!! No! Nturukpa no! Don’t do this! Let my father go free and send help to me through some other means!” “There is no other way. Your father came to me himself. He ran into my forest and I spared his life. His friend Emenike is dead. Your father has accepted my offer already. However, if you won’t receive him, I might as well take his life now!” “Please lord nturukpa, let him live! I accept your offer of help!” “Good. Now get busy with killing these filths that stain Lokpanta. When this is over, your father will bring you to me. You and I will make a perfect team for greater evil!” Adaku was certain her father was gone forever. Nturukpa never released what he took. In anger over the pain of losing her father, she looked down at the people of Lokpanta, and the arrows of flames heading her way and spit down at them. “You are the reason nturukpa took my father from me! On my blood I swear to fight till Lokpanta is no more!” she shouted. Like an insane lady, she bit into her wrist and blood began to gush. Raising her hand above her head, she let her blood drip over her face and down to the floor of the cyst. Then she began to make incantations, while she muttered those words, the cyst broke into flames. It had taken as much attack as it could. Down below, Uju and the people of Lokpanta began to celebrate wildly. “Now the sorceress knows that Lokpanta is not a people to toy with!” Uju shouted. “Find her body! Search for her body!” voices of young men echoed. In the midst of the fiery debris falling to the ground, Adaku descended, her eyes burning with flames, her hands full of burning arrows, and her feet buried in re. She would dare trudge on the soil of Lokpanta and finish what she had begun. As she breathed, fiery smokes belched from her mouth and nostrils. “Stop! Stop! Something is coming our way! Oh my God! This one is worse than the sorceress!” “What is it my child?” mama Daniel asked. “It is a man robed with the power of a god! I see him coming from nturukpa forest!” “Jesus Christ! Did you just say nturukpa forest, child?” “Yes, mama.” Mama Daniel paced about restlessly with both hands on her head. “Mama how bad is it?” Daniel asked. “Very bad my child! In wars of old, it was nturukpa who stopped opete from saving many of our people. Opete was eventually able to help our people but that was after thousands had died. It was said that a truce had to be reached between the gods of old before opete could help us…” she paused thinking very hard. Grabbing Ifeoma by both hands, mama Daniel stooped before her and said, “Little child, I have seen what you can do. You fight without opete in your mouth. I am convinced that only you can face what is on its way to our village.” Ifeoma smiled innocently as if her village was in no danger. “Mama, if it be so, then let me run now and meet this evil before it gets close enough to do much harm against us,” she said. “I am very sorry I ask this of you. I don’t know what else to do now,” mama Daniel said, almost in tears. “Don’t do that mama. Don’t cry. It is a good thing this evil is coming against us at this time. It is good that we end it along with the sorceress. Let us go!” the little seer said bravely. And so Ifeoma, mama Daniel and Daniel turned back toward the farmlands. At the boundary between Lokpanta farmlands and the uncultivated lands of Umuchieze, opete plant stood, rising from the ground like an iroko tree. From where they stood far off, Ifeoma and her team saw it. “Mama what tree is this? It was not there earlier today,” Daniel observed pointing at the tree. “Mighty God of heavens, you never fail! We were right to embrace the teachings of your church! Glory to God!” “Mama why are you celebrating?” Ifeoma asked. “That tree which you see is opete plant!” Ifeoma and Daniel looked at each other unbelievably. “How can a plant become a tree?” they asked simultaneously. “Last time such a battle took place, nturukpa humiliated opete. It appears opete will have none of that this time.” “So we won’t have to fight, right?” asked Daniel. “No, we will fight. This simply means that whoever that man coming to our village is, he will have less power to fight against us with as opete locks horns with nturukpa…” mama Daniel was forced to stop by the miraculous sign happening across the opete-filled farmland. The leaves of all the opete plants in the farmlands were changing from green color to gold. “Throw away the old leaves of opete you have! Spew it out of your mouth, son! Pluck these new leaves and put them in your mouth!” mama Daniel shouted excitedly. “Mama, can we get some of these to the people back home?” Ifeoma asked. Mama Daniel paused to think. “You know you are right Ifeoma,” she said. “Daniel I am sending you home with these new leaves. You must get them to those back home. Tell them what your eyes have seen,” she said to her son. As quickly as they could, mama Daniel, Ifeoma and Daniel began to pluck the golden leaves of opete. They plucked as much as they could and tied them in large folds wrapped with cocoyam leaves. Making use of the abandoned raffia baskets in the farmlands and two dry tree branches, mama Daniel constructed a makeshift truck. Making sure Daniel had his mouth filled with the new leaves, she sent him home with the truck. Daniel was overwhelmed by the power of the new leaves, it did not only fill him with unusual strength, it also took away his pains and increased his senses of sight and hearing. “This is different from what I had earlier,” Daniel whispered to himself and he dragged the truck home. His intention was to return to the farmlands and help his mother and Ifeoma against the coming evil. However, unknown to him, something else was waiting for him at home. Running to the edge of the farmlands, mama Daniel and Ifeoma watched as opete descended on Amaefule and nturukpa who sent him. Not even nturukpa had expected what Amaefule met on his way. Opete was raving mad. It fought to for glory. It fought to redeem it desecrated name. It fought to pay nturukpa back for what it did in the past. The ground was shooting wide open as though land mines exploded from under it and blades of opete leaves sprang up, slicing into Amaefule. Neither Amaefule nor nturukpa had seen anything like that. Amaefule was forced to run back and recover. When he charged at opete, an army of nturukpa shrubs followed behind him. TBC…
17 Nov 2017 | 13:42
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THE IGBO SORCERESS – Episode 13 The people of Lokpanta were still in jubilant mood when Adaku unleashed the first round of arrows of re in her hand. About twelve men and women were the victims. They were burnt beyond recognition. In a blink of an eye, the jubilation amongst the fighters of Lokpanta turned to sorrow. In every direction, men and women ran in search of cover. The mere appearance of Adaku was enough to deflate the most courageous heart amongst them. Uju stood transfixed, hardly able to believe her eyes. She had concluded that when the cyst exploded into flames, the sorceress was taken out. While she beheld the horror of her people burning like goats, hot tears stormed out of her eyes. A tingling sensation on her tongue brought her mind back to the task at hand. “By the power of opete in my mouth, I send your re back on you!!!” Uju screamed. The waves of re from the sorceress swung around and overtook Adaku. It took her a few seconds to douse the flames, but that was enough time for Uju and the fighters of Lokpanta to regroup. With a rhythmic wave of her hands, Adaku subdued the angry flames around her. However, much more monster waves flames were on their way toward her. Every tongue amongst the fighters was active, commanding flames, arrows, evil wind and every conceivable weapon their minds could conceive. It was a showdown as Adaku moved like the conductor of an orchestra, displaying her seasoned knowledge of sorcery as she sought to maneuver the relentless attacks aimed at her. In-between her laborious efforts to keep out the attacks, she would find a split second to return attack to the fighters of Lokpanta. Her attack was always a surprise as it would knock out some fighters of Lokpanta. Uju had to make it her duty to wait for those surprise attacks so she would ward them off. It was not long before word spread round that the sorceress had touched down on Lokpanta soil with her eyes blazing with re, her feet buried in liquid re and her hands full of arrows of red flames. Lokpanta surged out. Every man, woman and child who could open his or her mouth to speak words of command, came to confront Adaku with their mouths filled with opete leaves. The more a greater number of men and women committed themselves to the battle, the harder it became for Adaku to maneuver all the waves of attacks against her. She knew it was a fight to the death. Only the arrival of her father, Amaefule, could save her. Though the tide was against her, yet she handled it with great finesse. She was a beautiful sight to behold in battle. She used evil black birds, showers of black burning water, arrows and balls of re to overwhelm the fighter of Lokpanta. However, the more some fighters of Lokpanta fell in battle, the more new fighters came to take their places. They too were ready to fight to the death. The spot where Adaku stood fighting was filled with her blood, yet she stood strong on her feet and continued to fighter. At Obieze’s compound, the trial of Ngozika and her family had to be suspended. The clash of powers between Adaku, the sorceress, and the fighters of Lokpanta was causing a great tremor. “We must put this trial on hold! The way things are, there might be no more Lokpanta by tomorrow if we all do not join the battle to defeat the sorceress right now!” elder Obieze said to the crowd gathered in his compound. “We have a lot of wounded fighters and they need urgent medical care! As for Ngozika and her children, let them be locked up in one of my rooms and given whatever they need. This elders’ court shall sit again when this battle if over to decide her fate!” he added. “There is nothing to decide about my fate elder Obieze! I did my part by informing to Nze Emeka about what my daughter saw! I have witnesses to that! Nze Emeka boldly claimed that if the vision seen by my daughter was to come true, then the blood of all those who were to die should be on his head! I am innocent and so is my daughter! How cruel can you elders be? My daughter is possibly somewhere fighting for our land, and here you are trying to condemn her mother to death! I refuse to die! No one will condemn me for a sin I did not commit!” Ngozika barked at the elders. Kenneth stepped forward and drew his machete. “Anyone here who says this woman is guilty should step forward now! I swear on my father’s grave, if I do not take your head off, may I not see the first gleam of dawn by tomorrow!” Akabueze and his friends pulled their machetes to confront Kenneth. Udemba who had just arrived the scene of the trial with a small army of his own, attacked Akabueze, knocked away his machete and began to beat him up like a boy. He was going to kill him if some young men had not stopped him. Breaking free from the young men who held him from behind, he picked his machete made for elder Obieze and his wife. Obieze and his wife had to flee into their house and locked themselves in. The other elders had to quickly pass a summary judgment that Ngozika was innocent of all charges brought against her. And so the large army of angry youth at Obieze’s compound surged out to confront their common enemy, Adaku the sorceress of the wild. There was little Uju could do, her people were still being taken out by Adaku in a manner which broke her heart. There was no doubt they will eventually defeat Adaku, but the cost was beginning to look too daunting. Adaku could have long passed out, giving the amount of blood she had lost. However, what no one present who could see was that she was drawing life from those Lokpanta fighters her spells were able to hurt. If Ifeoma was around she would have seen it. Sadly no one could who was present on the battle ground. The number of dead and wounded fighters he saw when he arrived his village drove a knife through his heart. “Who is responsible for this?!” Daniel asked amid tears. “It is the sorceress! She has come down on the ground with greater power!” replied a wounded fighter. “Nturukpa most have made contact with her. Adaku does not have such power,” Daniel whispered to himself as his eyes darted about. He could not figure out how Adaku could have wreaked that sort of havoc against Lokpanta if she did not have help from someone powerful like nturukpa. “I have brought help with me!” he shouted. All eyes turned toward him. He continued “This makeshift truck is filled with new and much more powerful leaves of opete. The sorceress now has the help of nturukpa on her side!” Many people whispered in fear. A boy took some of the golden leaves of opete in the truck and ran to tell Uju what Daniel, the Lagos returnee, had said. “Spew out the ones you have in your mouths and takes as much of this new one as you can! Take and give them out to others! It will heal the wounded and the dying!” Daniel said to the fighters. Done giving instructions about the new opete leaves, he bolted off in the direction of Adaku. He knew what he was doing. Until his people see what the new leaves of opete could do, they will not believe him. As he drew closer to Adaku, she conjured those her black evil birds against him. Like a master in the art of sorcery himself, Daniel spoke up, his hands moving in similar fashion to Adaku’s. “Birds of darkness, forged from blood and clay, become dust!” he commanded. At his words, all the evil black birds turned to black dust and were blown away by the wind. Echoes of surprise and believe rang out from the fighters of Lokpanta. Uju smiled insanely, grabbed all the golden leaves the little boy had offered her and shoved them into her mouth. From all directions fighters of Lokpanta ran toward the truck Daniel had brought and cued up for the new leaves. “Not again! Not this boy again!” Adaku shouted. She fired flaming arrows at Daniel to take him out, but he waved his hands at the arrows and they turned against Adaku. Using her magic, she turned swiftly and the arrows missed her. Ignorant of what she was up against she ran to meet Daniel. Daniel ran to meet her as well. When they clashed, Daniel took hold of her right hand and commanded, “Come out oh hand!” and pulled out her right hand from her body. Adaku hit the ground, stunned and dazed at what Daniel had done to her. While she cried over the mind-snapping pain she felt, she managed to conjure up another cyst to protect herself. Daniel stepped back, still holding her hand and commanded that the cyst be subjected to attack. Inside the cyst, Adaku saw her own death even before the first waves of attack reached her protective cyst. On her knees and bleeding terribly, she reached out to nturukpa once more. TBC…
17 Nov 2017 | 13:44
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The Nturukpa she wants to reach is in trouble.
17 Nov 2017 | 22:43
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Ok next
18 Nov 2017 | 06:47
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Nturukpa is facing his own palava, this is your end ADAKU!
18 Nov 2017 | 07:19
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enjoying this... Next Pls
18 Nov 2017 | 07:53
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Woaw Next
18 Nov 2017 | 08:33
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More interesting..
18 Nov 2017 | 09:20
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Oh my I am loving this
18 Nov 2017 | 12:15
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Adaku your end is near
18 Nov 2017 | 14:26
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THE IGBO SORCERESS – Episode 14 At the clash between opete and nturukpa-possessed Amaefule, the ground shook and all opete plants, including the giant opete tree vanished. Amaefule looked around proudly and asked disdainfully, “Is this all that opete has to offer? Where is the mighty opete?! Show your face now!” “He who is greater than a man, is also greater than his god! Amaefule march on. There is no time left for your daughter!” nturukpa barked. Amaefule bolted off. A few yards into the farmlands of Lokpanta the giant opete tree exploded onto the scene from underground towering high into the sky Amaefule of Lokpanta, the giant opete tree exploded onto the scene from underground, towering high into the sky. Amaefule stopped in his stride and wondered in shock at the spectacular resurgence of opete. Across the endless stretch of farmland, all other plants vanished and opete took over the land, shooting up from every little space on the ground. “What is this?” Amaefule asked. “Fear not Amaefule. A child who fights and gets separated before the fight gears up, often wants to fight again. I am on your side, attack and destroy opete. I have beaten it once and will do it again!” nturukpa said. Spurred on by the words of his master, Amaefule waved his magic wand over the field of golden opete plants. “Catch re and burn forever!” he shouted. Fire erupted from his wand and spread like a wave over the farmlands. As the re burnt opete plants, Amaefule gyrated in excitement. He was in the act of doing so when his eyes caught something very strange. Though his magic re burnt opete, yet not a single opete plant on all the farmlands wilted. “My re cannot hurt it anymore! Nturukpa, do you see what I see?” he asked in astonishment. “I see it too. What magic or sorcery is this? How is this possible?” nturukpa asked in amazement. “What do I do next?” asked Amaefule. “Command the ground to swallow the plants!” replied nturukpa. “Oh ye farmlands of Lokpanta, open up thine mouth and swallow these opete plants. A deafening sound rose from the ground as the ground began to crack wide open. As the earth on which those opete plants stood caved into the underworld, all the opete plants on the farmlands, stood in the air, dancing gently to the evening wind which swayed them. Something was definitely wrong. Both Amaefule and his lord could tell that much. “This is not the opete I know! Step back Amaefule!” nturukpa instructed. As soon as Amaefule took his first step backward, the collapsed ground rose from under and filled the gaping void over the destroyed farmlands of Lokpanta, restoring it as it once was. Amaefule was afraid by now and so was nturukpa. From the restored ground, two opete plants sprang up and wrapped themselves around the feet of Amaefule, giving him no chance to run away. “Help! Help nturukpa!” Amaefule cried. From where they crouched watching the fight between opete and nturukpa, Ifeoma and mama Daniel wondered why opete would not finish Amaefule off. “Kill him!” they both whispered to themselves. Their impatience was assuaged when the thick, dark forest beyond the neighbouring land of Umuchieze, began to tremble. “I see it! I see what opete is up to!” Ifeoma said smiling. “What do you see child?” “Mama, opete has taken the fight to the evil forest of nturukpa trees!” “Oh my God! Is opete capable of such a feat?” “As you can see, mama, opete is much more powerful than we had scribed to it.” “There is so much we don’t know, child.” “You are right. I can see that opete has left Amaefule for us to play with. Mama, let’s go and show him that a cow is too big to be roasted whole in a re,” Ifeoma said, darting from the place where they crouched. Mama Daniel wondered how a child as little as Ifeoma could make use of words she used; words clearly beyond her age. “I will not fail to find out who this child really is,” she said to herself and rose to her feet to join her in the charge against Amaefule. At the evil forest of nturukpa trees, all hell broke loose as opete gave nturukpa a taste of what stuff it was made off. The nturukpa trees in the evil forest were not just burning from ground up, they were exploding to dust as they burnt. Nturukpa and the evil spirits in it were being bound up and dragged away into dark caverns of the underworld. From the look of things, it didn’t look like a fight between two powerful forces, it was an invasion. Opete was taking over the evil forest which for endless ages had belonged to nturukpa and the evil spirits which sought refuge in it, and was turning it into a forest of opete plants. The once serene atmosphere in the forest was rent with wails of evil spirits and nturukpa trees crying out for help. Every effort made by nturukpa to stage a fight back was met with brute force from opete. As the giant trees of opete which led the assault advanced deeper into the evil forest, small golden opete plants covered the barren expanse of land they left behind. There was no escape for nturukpa and the evil spirits who took sides with it. Back at the farmlands of Lokpanta, Amaefule did all he could to extract his feet from the grip of the two golden opete plants, but nothing he did yielded the desired result. His heart sunk into his stomach when he saw running toward him the little girl who had killed his colleagues and put him and Emenike to fight. “No! Don’t let this happen nturukpa! The little devil of Lokpanta is on her way to me! Help nturukpa! Help me please!” Amaefule cried out. Sadly, he got no reply from nturukpa. If only Amaefule knew what nturukpa was being subjected to, he would not have sought help from him. With no choice left to him, Amaefule decided to use his magic wand against Ifeoma. The first round of attack he unleashed against the little girl was swiftly returned to him, and if wasn’t even done by Ifeoma. It came from mama Daniel who had decided to attack Amaefule from the blind side. When Amaefule realized he had much more than the little girl to contend with, he dropped his magic wand on the ground and began to plead for mercy. “How do you want me to kill you? Make your choice wizard!” Ifeoma said from where she stood. It was hard to see her clearly as some of the opete plants were above her height. Amaefule stammered some gibberish in utter fear. “Answer the little girl!” mama Daniel barked “I am sorry lady of Lokpanta! Show me mercy I plead with you!” “There is no more the little girl! mama Daniel barked. I…I…am sorry lady of Lokpanta! Show me mercy, I plead with you! There is no more mercy left in Lokpanta, wizard of Umueke!” “Mama wait! This is wonderful! This is awesome! Lokpanta will love this!” “What do you see child?” “The blood which runs in Adaku also runs in this wizard!” “I see,” mama Daniel said circling Amaefule. “So you are the cursed fountain from which that evil seed called Adaku came from?” “He is the father of the sorceress!” Ifeoma shouted in excitement. “You are right child! I can see that too! Opete destroy his magic wand which lies on your soil!” mama Daniel demanded. Immediately the magic wand caught re and exploded to dust. Plucking long blades of opete leaves, mama Daniel used them to give Amaefule a thorough beating. Each touch of those blades of opete leaves felt on Amaefule as though he was being cut open with a sharp blade. When she was done beating him, she tied him up and they led him bound back to Lokpanta. Mama Daniel made sure Ifeoma was in the lead, dragging the wizard home. When they drew nearer to the town hall of Lokpanta, they heard the sound of drum beats and singing. Immediately mama Daniel and Ifeoma figured out that Adaku the sorceress had also been captured. “I asked you how you would like me to kill you and you didn’t answer me. Now try to answer this one, ‘how will you like your daughter to be killed?’” Ifeoma asked Amaefule. Amaefule tottered on his feet. The drum beats from the town hall gave a certain sound, and meant death was on the horizon. “I don’t know child! Please have mercy on me! It was the devil who put me up to this! No! It was Emenike! Yes, the devil used him! Spare my daughter and I! Okay, make us your slaves!” “Shut up wizard! Lokpanta does not keep slaves. You will die and so will your daughter! Are you aware of how many souls have died in Lokpanta today?” mama Daniel asked. “Mercy is all I ask for.” “Wizard, we will show you mercy, and death will be that mercy!” Ifeoma shrilled as she drew him closer to the town hall. At the sight of the little seer, whose bravery in battle had been told over and over by Daniel, silence fell over the town hall. Ngozika placed her hands over her lips in sheer shock as she watched her daughter drag a full grown man into the square in front of the town hall. Though they had suffered much that day, however, the manner the bloody battle ended, gave them much reason to celebrate. There was no one present who did not rush forward to hug Ifeoma and also mama Daniel. Ngozika was the last to step forward. When she lifted her daughter to hug her, she whispered, “For disobeying me and giving me this much heart attack, you will get fifteen strokes of cane this night!” Ifeoma buried her face into her mother’s breast and began to plead for mercy. Well, we don’t know if she got those strokes of cane or not. What we do know was that Amaefule was beheaded while Adaku was made to watch his execution. Amaefule’s headless body was tied to Adaku and both of them were set ablaze. The youth of Lokpanta made sure to remove Adaku’s head from her roasted body much later. As for nturukpa, opete cleared his dreaded evil forest and turned it into a golden field of opete plants till this day. THE END
18 Nov 2017 | 15:57
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18 Nov 2017 | 16:06
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u are fucking dead sorceress
18 Nov 2017 | 16:26
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nice ending thanks that good for the wicked
18 Nov 2017 | 17:58
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Wow!!! What a wonderful story. Kudos dear writer! More ink to your pen.
18 Nov 2017 | 20:29
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no nid she's already gone
19 Nov 2017 | 04:01
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wow wonderful story... sounds real.. keep it up.. love this story..
19 Nov 2017 | 07:24
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[b]finally she is dead[/b]
19 Nov 2017 | 07:41
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Dat Serves Adaku nd her father right
19 Nov 2017 | 08:15
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Beautiful story, really really intresting. Great job bro @Itzprince.
19 Nov 2017 | 10:06
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Wow a nice story there
19 Nov 2017 | 13:16
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Nice ending... Thumbs up
19 Nov 2017 | 13:23
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Lovely story with wonderful ending
19 Nov 2017 | 14:25
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nice story. its funny how all these happened in a day
19 Nov 2017 | 14:39
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NYC ending...
19 Nov 2017 | 15:25
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Wow Nice One
19 Nov 2017 | 15:53
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What a lovely piece short and simple
19 Nov 2017 | 17:14
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Wow! Dis is good. Evil can neva rule good
21 Nov 2017 | 01:26
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wow...wonderful story..kudos to d writer
21 Nov 2017 | 14:20
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Wow A nice story I love this thanks @Itzprince If you can have faith like a mustard seed, you can tell this mountain to move from here to there. Faith is one of the things I learnt from this story Thanks
25 Nov 2017 | 09:28
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Wonderful story
16 Dec 2017 | 08:12
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Amazing
30 Dec 2017 | 12:05
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WOW!!!! This Story Is Da Bomb! Abeg Who Wan Act Season Film Make We Use Am Do movie? I Sure Say We Go Make Enough Money. Kudos To The Writer Of This Wonderful Piece.
10 Jan 2018 | 20:55
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God help them
3 Oct 2018 | 09:40
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Wow...beautiful
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