The moon had taken over power from the sun and made itself king, they say shadows come to life when the sun has relinquished its powers to the sun and night befalls earth. As she walked alone at night in the deserted area of town on her way home, the cold hands of the harmattan wind gripped her as a companion all the way, she forged on alone with her handbag in her hand.
The road home was long and lonely, the path she walked was rocky and sandy, brown sand, erosion had washed away the decency of the road during the rainy season; on each side of the road stood overly grown weeds, some of these formed a home for snakes to make shelter and grow a family, at each ten feet stood tall palm trees dressed like an old woman with uncultured hair. Ahead she saw no one but the moon far up in the heavens and her shadow just beneath her feet to escort her like one of those DSS agents that follow the president about like a tail, in the near distant she heard a dog howl, it sounded like one of those howls in a werewolf movie; she was far from home and no superhero was near not even Spiderman, the friendly neighborhood hero.
As she sauntered on she was in no hurry, nature called her; she had the urge to give generously in large dumps to Mother Nature, the call was loud and urgent. Amaka answered nature’s call, she looked around and saw no one coming on either traffic way of the road, she entered into the bushes and found the perfect spot deep inside almost at a distance where she could not see the roads again, squatted and praised the earth, donated to the plants of the bush, she uploaded some software to Mother Nature’s computer.
Amaka was becoming light while the earth added weight, she sang a song she knew from her childhood;
Angelina O je late(Angelina late comer)
O jebe jebe O je late (She goes late)
O naba naba O na late(She leaves late)
Ebe O na ete pancake (In wearing makeup)
O nwere ya ten percent. (She scores ten percent)
As she sang and even whistled she heard the bushes on her left rattle quickly, she was startled but regained calmness, there was a howl from deep in the bushes and another rattle from behind her, her heartbeat increased pace there was another howl this time around it was closer to her ; the earth soon began to rumble, she was beginning to feel uneasy it felt like a one of those films where a group of men would come out wielding spears, wearing animal skin and hard as rock faces that won’t crack a smile. Amaka got up, cleaned her badunkadonk, wore her panty and made her way out the dense, thick, bush as she walked out she heard drums beating and the howls got closer, she quickened her steps and the drum rhythm mirrored her footsteps, it was like they watched her walked and beat to her steps , the bushes rattled louder and closer to her feet “Chi m o” those words slipped out her mouth as she ran in between walks, the rattle felt like it came under her feet and she jumped “Nne m o” came flying out her mouth the rocky path seemed farther. She ran and the drum rhythm mirrored her pace, “Chi m o!” she bumped into a black shadowy figure wielding a matchete “Hei God!” She backed away from the figure as he revealed his frontal area, he was half man half goat, he wore no clothes and had his penis in his hand, his penis was that of a man but the scrotum was that of a goat. The figure smiled at her, as she backed away she bumped into another figure wielding an axe, she was in awe; this particular figure had four breasts, one human, one rabbit, one dog and the other goat, this one didn’t smile at her. “Ntekosi lami wayo salami” they spoke in a language Amaka did not understand, the drum rhythm was closer to her, both figures soon began to dance to the rhythm of the drum beat round her. Amaka knelt on the ground in tears, her life flashing before her eyes. As the drum beat intensified the figures came closer, Amaka saw a space to escape, and like lightening bolted away from the presence of the figures.
“That was where I watched up to and NEPA took the light” Dubem told Richard about a movie he watched the previous night.