At daybreak, the forest walked briskly into brightness. Alive for the right
reasons, it carried on its inevitable duty, to give light to the world. Happy
birds sung aloud a morning song. One might be carried away, thinking there are
some instrumentalists having a field day with their keyboards a little distance
away. Nihu thought this as he sat up and yawned a million times. The beauty of
the morning was like a bed of roses. Still comfortable in his apartment on the
tree branch, the activities of the birds had stolen away the urge to sleep.
When he looked quietly on every side, his eyes fell upon some monkeys, which
prompted a beautiful excitement to overwhelm him. They had their eyes on him as
they swooped from one tree to the other as if inviting Nihu to join them.
As he watched the
fun, Nihu was struck by thirst. He reached for his water bottle so he could
continue to observe the antics that lifted his spirits. There was nothing left.
Thirst made watching the continuing monkey-sports difficult. He had to get
water. Just one drink and he could be happy again.
He got down from the tree, and
embarked on a journey to put his thirst under control. Knowing how he could be
reduced by it, he slammed his rucksack on his back and traveled northward. As
he proceeded further, he ran into a tree stained with blood. Flies hovered
around it like bees in their hive. Nihu slowed down. He quietly went close to
see the kind of insects that were on the tree. When he was considerably close,
he noticed a hollow in the tree gushing out blood, which the insects were
happily working on. Nihu’s head snapped back. Gradually, he went backwards to
find safety before the unknown could ravage him. As he tried to find his way, a
big movement under the leaves, set his mind in disarray. He looked towards the
direction; all he could see was bloodstains on the ground. He began to fight
with his thoughts, pondering over what must be going on in this strange forest.
This is strange. Blood is everywhere.
Maybe a wild animal just finished feasting on a prey, he thought. No, it cannot be. It must be something else.
The tree gushing out blood reminded
Nihu of the ancient Iroko tree, the home of witches and wizards. The tree
looked like the last Iroko that had been felled by over fifty able-bodied men
with the assistance of some spiritual people whose families and children had
been casualties of the powers that be in the countryside. Blood gushed from the
tree the day it was brought down.
After
the tree fell, hosts of people in the village died. They were those who met at
the tree to donate blood and flesh of whomever they wished to send to hell. It
was after the fall of the Iroko tree that the people realized they had been
living in the midst of devils. But this tree was different. The stain was
continuous, as if something had been dragged to the spot from somewhere else.
Nihu followed the stains in the direction it came from as if they were precious
things that could prompt a gold seeker to give away his hand to gain a piece of
diamond ring.
He
found himself in a traditional shrine where human heads and that of animals are
sometimes used to appease the gods. As he fixed his eyes on the shrine, he
remembered his trip to the stream with his father many years ago.
*
* *
The place was a long way from their
home. The goddess Ijokpa, a demon that reared livestock and kept her fortress
as clean as any well-bred village woman keep, ruled the land. As Nihu and his
father headed up the hill that lead to the stream to get the water, which was
believed to be medicinal, and could cure all sorts of stomach related ailments,
Nihu broke the long silence that had reigned between them.
“Father, who owns these fowls?”
“Sssh.
We do not talk too loud here. If you do, she could push you out of her territory.
That is the least she would do to an ignorant person.”
“Who is she? Whom are you talking about?”
“Ijokpa.
She has existed before our ancestors were born. She owns everything here.”
“What an old crone! What does she do
with these hens, cockerels and goats? Does she sell them?”
“I
don’t know. Not even our forefathers can tell why she is so delighted in
keeping them.”
“Then
she must be rearing them for a thief. Or what do you think Father?”
“No
one dares touch them. If you do, you die. Let me take this opportunity to warn
you, do not touch anything here. Do you hear, boy? There have been people who
tried to steal her things—they ended up paying with their lives.”
“Then she is very wicked. Is she taller than Grandma?”
“I don’t know. But those who claimed
to have seen her said she has two heads. One is that of a man, the other like a
woman. She has a shrine over there. Some people visit the place. You can, too.”
“I’m not going there. I don’t want to
be hurt.”
“She does no harm to a just person.”
“Are you sure? Can I meet her in
there?”
“Maybe. Sometimes she is friendly.
When one spends too much time farming, she alerts you; lets you know it’s time
to go home.”
“How does she do that?”
“She pushes you out of the farm.”
“That’s
interesting. Then I have to visit the shrine.”
His father stopped and put a hand on
his shoulder, “Nihu, please, do not touch anything there. Is that clear? It
would be good to return to me immediately after you set foot in that shrine.”
“Okay.
I will return quickly.”
As
they rolled down from the steep hill, Nihu raced to the far end while his
father went to the stream to fill the water pot. As Nihu went, one of the
cockerels making a meal out of some grains cleared his throat as if he wanted
to say something. Nihu was startled. His eyes flew to every side to see if
someone was nearby. When no one met his gaze, he peeked quietly into the
shrine. A lifeless body lay massacred on the floor. Terrified, he did not
bother to go in and left the place with devastating speed.
As his feet took him back down the hill, the cockerel that
cleared his throat earlier, said, “Boy, have you seen who you were looking
for?” Nihu screamed for all he was worth.
He
was panting when he reached his father, “I found a dead man in the shrine!”
“A thief no
doubt that came to steal her things. That is exactly what she does to unjust
people.”
“Not only
that, a cockerel spoke to me. But I didn’t see her.”
“Only
the gods could determine who would see their nakedness.”
“What do you mean, father?”
“If
she wants you to see her, she would have revealed herself. Let’s go.” Nihu clung to his
father as they left the stream.
*
* *
Nihu now remembered
standing in the shrine in front of a headless body covered in blood with feet
chopped off. The corpse had been opened as if a doctor’s knife in a laboratory
had cut through it. Nihu trembled and folded his hands close. Why all this is happening to me, he
wondered to himself. If I had known, I
would have asked the king to execute me. That would have been better than
wandering in a place I have no knowledge about. A place where everything is
evil and one could be sent to hell with the snap of a finger.
In the far end of the shrine, his
heart jumped into his mouth. With a yell, he ran out of the place at the speed
of light. Suddenly, he missed a step and fell. As he battled to his feet, a
creature as thin as a rope and with an eye as large as a crystal ball came out
of the ground behind him. He attempted to crush Nihu with his club. Nihu ran
the race of his life, the ugly creature giving hot chase. As they whipped past
bushes, trees, limbs, dead woods and shrubs, it was obvious that the devil
would not spare the boy a breath if he eventually caught hold of him. Nihu
raced like a demon whose place in the future would be determined by how well he
could maneuver the pair of legs that carried him.
The
path led to a swamp. Wailing and shouting at the top of his voice, he waded
waist-deep through the mud to the other side. As the one-eyed creature
approached the swamp, he faded from the chase. Gradually, the creature sunk
into his underworld home. His crystal ball eye glared out as the Earth finally
swallowed him.
No
longer hearing the crashing of branches or the sounds of his pursuer, Nihu
looked back to see if the devil was still in the chase. Trying to keep his pace
and looking back at the same time, he crashed into a tree. After a time, he
recovered consciousness and moved to relax in the quiet of the dewy morning.
The cool smell of a river met his nose. His eyes peered anxiously, looking for
the solution to his thirst. The river was just behind the trees. An observer
might be tempted to believe some gardeners must have worked here many years
ago. Planting the trees in a way that would help people who visit the river to
find shade where they could relax after swimming or washing themselves in the
river. The sight was comforting, and Nihu was cheered.
Nihu
rose like a discouraged man who has just seen light at the end of a dark tunnel.
He threw the ugly experience he just had behind him. Then he got hold of his
rucksack with a firm grip and raced on rickety legs towards the river. When he
got close, he threw his sack on the riverbank and threw himself into the river.
Washing and drinking happily, he was soon lost in pleasure. He swam in every
direction.
Meanwhile,
old Philominenges, a bald man living alone in the Lonely Forest
After sometime, Nihu came out of the
river and went to brush his pair of boots. Soon they were clean and good to
look at again. He filled his water bottle and hung his bag carefully on his
back to start on his journey once again.
As he shuffled off, Old Phil followed
quietly. He stole along so carefully, Nihu did not notice the old man behind
him. Around a corner of the path, Nihu ran smack into a warthog making a meal
out of a dead animal. The warthog charged. Nihu took to his heels, heading back
to where he came from, the angry warthog in hot pursuit. Nihu thought his time
had surely come. He raced, screaming to the high heavens as the warthog
gradually closed on him.
Old Phil, who had seen everything
shouted, “Boy! Climb any of the trees ahead of you. Just climb, the devil will
retreat!” His voice sounded to Nihu as if an angel was ministering to him. He
threw himself upon the next tree and climbed to the top in a hurry. He was just
in time as the warthog charged up furiously. Still intending to teach Nihu a
lesson, the animal began to hit the tree with all the strength he had.
As the tree shook with each ferocious
hit of the warthog, Old Phil climbed another tree not too far away and took his
aim at the rampaging devil. The bullet pierced its skull and the warthog roared
in agonizing pain. The warthog finally bade the world goodbye at the foot of
the tree after the old man sank two more bullets into his head from the same
distance.
Slowly, Nihu came down from the tree.
The heavily bearded old man in a coat made of animal skin approached him.
“Are you all right?” he asked the
boy, stretching out his hand.
“Yes, I am all right.
Thank you for saving my life.”
“You are welcome.”
Nihu shook Phil’s hand. “Do you live
here?” he asked, smiling.
Old Phil returned the smile saying, “Too early to discuss my
adventures here. We shall talk when we get into a very safe place. No holy
thing exists here. We have to leave this place right away. Other warthogs might
soon be on the look out for this one before us. If they eventually find him
here with us, it would spell doom for us. The devil in them might bring us low.
Warthogs in this part of the world are brutes that are never fair with their
prey. They are strong-willed, and have what it takes to bury a thousand army.
So it is better to avoid them.” He got hold of the dead animal, slammed it over
his shoulder, and started off.
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Just then, a beastly hand came out of
the tree and took hold of Nihu. He screamed and tried to shake it off. But the
evil already had a firm grip on him and began to pull him into the tree. Old
Phil threw the warthog down and came to battle for Nihu’s life. As Nihu wailed
and cried, Phil pulled him one way, while the hand pulled him another. Finally,
the old man went for his musket. He quickly buried two bullets into the hand.
The wrist that grabbed the boy fell, while the other part retreated into the
tree. Nihu was free, but the hand that fell began to crawl in their direction.
The boy hid behind the old man as he sank two more bullets into the wayward
hand, at last putting the devil to rest. Without saying a word, Old Phil got
hold of the warthog and they hastened away.
They had just covered thirty yards on
the bush path when they almost walked into the back of a demon standing more
than thirteen feet tall. His name was Anjonu, and he was clothed in a flowing
white garment. Sometimes he could appear as a dwarf covering himself with a mat
and walking on the air. Hunters and farmers who entangle him never return home
with good songs on their lips. Instantly, the heads of the boy and the old man
began to swell. Old Phil, a quick-thinking warrior in his heyday, managed to
pull Nihu and himself behind a tree. Right away, their heads returned to normal
and they began to pant like a couple of terrified lizards.
Nihu
whispered, “I can’t explain what happened to my head when I set my eyes on that
devil.”
“That’s what happens when one sets eyes on
him. We are very fortunate he didn’t see us.”
“Are you sure he didn’t see us? But
he was standing on the road.”
“If that devil had seen us, we would
have become imbeciles. That is the least of what he could do. Even the most
powerful army on Earth cannot survive his onslaught.”
“Are you sure?”
“Boy,
I am very sure. Before I served in the village army, I was a proud hunter. I
have plenty of experience running through this baldhead. Anyone he sees will be
useless. He doesn’t even need to cast a spell before one becomes a nit.”
Nihu took a deep breath. “What do we
do now?”
“Nothing!”
“Nothing? What if he comes after us?”
“Then we would say our last prayers,
while we book a passage to the silent world!”
“But you have a gun—can’t you use it
on him?”
The old man chuckled. “Guns have no
use against him. You can only deal with Anjonu when you follow the rules that
were handed down to us by our ancestors. I expect you to know the rules. You
don’t go out late at night, you don’t go to the stream on a sunny afternoon,
and you have to watch your back when you go to the farm very early in the
morning.”
“Let’s try another way. Or let’s go back.”
“I can’t take that risk. Something
tells me he is not out for us. You can see he is not facing this direction.
That means he might soon leave.”
“How soon?”
“I don’t know. We have to wait. Patience wins the race of
exploit. Whether in the farm, forest or on a market day, you can run into
Anjonu very early in the morning, in the sunny afternoon or late at night.”
The explanation began to work in
Nihu’s mind. Now he began to understand what he had seen that sunny afternoon
he went to the farm to get the tubers of yam his father had left in a basket.
He got them and decided to rush to the river to wash the tubers to take them to
the market. Earlier, his father told him not to do this, for it was an
abomination for anyone to go to the farm on market day. But greed and eagerness
to start earning money at such a tender age led to the disastrous act. Anjonu
always roamed the forest or the farm on a market day and could destroy anyone
he found.
While
Nihu waited for the tubers to dry, he heard a strange sound behind him. He
turned to see a short creature covered with raffia palms, whose legs were not
touching the Earth, and spinning like a whirlwind. Nihu’s head began to swell.
He took to his heels leaving the tubers behind.
While Nihu’s mind was still busy,
remembering, old Phil tapped him, “Boy, he’s going away. My guess was right. He
is not out for us.”
Nihu heaved a sigh of relief, “I was reminiscing about the
encounter I had with Anjonu a few years ago. I was dumb for days afterwards. It
wasn’t until after my father sacrificed a black goat and a white fowl at a
three-way junction to appease the gods that I finally recovered.”
“You were very lucky. Because if he went
for you, you would have been a dead person.”
“I
disobeyed my parents. I went to the farm on a market day.”
“What?
Do not do that again. Such an offense hanging on your neck, you are like a man
that commits murder.”
“My
father told me that too.”
They waited quietly behind the tree
until Anjonu finally walked into the forest. Then they got up and went quickly
away.
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