THE ACTS OF WITCHES
CHAPTER 3
"Ewo! Gbe ebo yen sile ti o ba fe s'ofo emi e ni ojiji!"
One of the witches screamed as I was about to drop the ebo. My hands became shaky as the igba Almost dropped. I was already half bent, close to the ground. I paused and bent my head in fear. I had looked around to be sure no one was there. So, where could those women had come from?
They all laughed hysterically at the same timing, rhythm and tempo. They stopped laughing at the same time too, like a rehearsed exercise.
I summoned the courage to look up. I stood and looked straight at them with the courage of a man whose life depended on just that last effort. I explained why I had brought the ebo and how important it was to save my only brother's life.
They laughed again. One of them who seemed like their leader walked slowly towards me. I almost ran away but for my resolve to save booda Tunji. She placed her left hand on my right shoulder and a cold shudder ran down my spine. I was practically shaking. Sweating even in the cold and breezy night.
"Wo! se o ri egbon re ti o fe se irapada fun yi, ki n se ero aiye yi mo. O ti di oku"
"You see this your brother you want to redeem, he's no longer a living being. He's already a dead person" She explained.
At that instance, I screamed. It flipped through my mind to call the name of Jesus, but I had already jettisoned the thought of calling on God for help since no pastor was able to save my brother. So, I was left to myself and the believe that the Ifa priest had the solution to the problem.
"Iya, e jowo. E bami da emi egbon mi pada. Oun nikan ni omo iya soso ti mo ni l'aiye" I pleaded with her to save my brother but she laughed again.
Then, she turned to the other witches and started asking them the parts of my brother's body each of them, and other witches in their coven had eaten. They all mentioned parts, and names of people with the parts they ate. A name resounded in my head.
Iya Labake was mentioned.
I doubted my hearing ability and asked again. They all laughed and never gave me any response. Within a blinking of the eyes, they all disappeared.
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THE ACTS OF WITCHES
CHAPTER 4 I dropped the igba and ran as fast as my legs could carry me. I got home at about past 2pm. It was only my mother and booda Tunji that were at home. I knocked for over thirty minutes but no one opened. So, I had to sit at the entrance and slept off. Suddenly, I heard a strange cackle and opened my eyes. I saw a very big and strange bird flying into the compound. It flew straight to the back of the house. I followed but lost sight of it. The back door was opened, so I entered through it. I hadn't the slightest idea that the door could be opened as I locked it myself before leaving the house. I walked straight to my brother's room to check his state of health. Maami was there sitting close to him. She was sobbing. I moved to the other side of the bed quietly and sat adjacent my mother. "Nibo lo ji lo ni oru? Mo lo si ibusun e, mi o de ri e?" Maami asked. I couldn't say a word because I was tired and feeling sleepy. I switched on the torch light of my phone, raised my heard so I could just shake my head in response to my mother's question. As soon as I torched the light in her face, I screamed and collapsed. I woke up in the morning with maami sitting close to me weeping profusely. "Se mo wa fe padanu omo meji leekan na? Leyin ti mo ti padanu omo mejo? Iru adanwo wo wa leleyi?" "Am I going to loss two children at a time? After losing eight in the past? What sort of temptation is this?" She said repeatedly" I laid there staring into her face. Whether I should pity a mother who had lost eight children and on the verge of losing the remaining two, or, to ask her questions on how I fainted? Or, should I just tell neighbours what made me collapsed? "Awon agba lo so wipe, ki n se oun gbogbo ti oju ri ni enu n so" Maami said, looking sternly into my eyes. I was gripped by a sudden shock. Dumbfounded for minutes. I turned my face away from hers as she continued sobbing. Then I immediately drifted into deep thought. What could that adage mean? "Kini mo ri ti o ye ki n so?" E bami bi Iya labake!
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