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!!!”
Thirty minutes earlier
“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.