Agadi Obiarure repressed the urge to rush franctically at the great messenger. No, she had to confirm that her instincts were right first. Again, her eyes fell on the deep, lips-like scar on his thigh, and an idea formed quickly in her mind.
‘That must have really hurt when you just had it’ she said bluntly, pointing at it. Perplexedly he followed the direction of her finger, and calmed with self-rebuke induced amusement as soon as he got what she was talking about.
‘That was quite ludicrous of you; staring deep down the thighs of a shrunken, old man. What did you hope to see there?’ he expressed humorously with a wry glare and readjusted his position. But Agadi Obiarure was in no mood for such vivacious joke.
‘I had the whole of my youth to enjoy that, but I chose not to. I definitely wouldn’t be craving for that now’ she replied temerously, and felt a light wave of pride wash through her as he cast her a quick, surprise-filled glance.
‘How did it come about?’ she inquired shifting her gaze from the spot. She was now staring at him, and she so bored her eyes into his that they were inadvertently narrowed to look like that of a curious tigress. She could feel the raptness of her attention to get the detail of every single word that would fall from his mouth.
‘It’s just the aftermath of a recklessly spent drunken night’ he confessed twitching his lips quicky, as though with little seriousness, and peering into the flickering flame of the pot before them. Agadi Obiarure felt a hard thud on her chest as the words sank into her head. For a moment both of them said nothing. It seemed they were lodging similar thoughts, or rather nursing similar feelings; A bruising feeling of hurt. For the great messenger, it was that of the offender while his companion was nursing that of the offended. The shrieks of crying crickets filled the hollowness created by the silence.
‘I would like to know more about it’ she finally spoke, hitting the nail straight on the head and supressing the tremulousness that was building up inside her. She thought of no other way to get more words from him. The great messenger looked up.
‘I’ll forever be grateful I have no detail of the incidence anywhere in my head. I’m sure that’s why I’ve been able to live this long. It would have haunted me to death’. Series of incoherent, odd thoughts rumbled quickly through Agadi Obiarure’s head, making it impossible for her to focus on one.
‘Was it here?’ she asked indistinctly and the great messenger scrunched his face.
‘I mean, the incidence that led to the scar, did it occur in this village?’ At this instance, the great messenger felt a little unease at the depth of questioning but quickly waved the stiffling feeling away. They were only usual, curious questions of any idle mind, and of an old one at that. After all, it had been quite an age since he had such a healthy conversation. It had all the while been strictly consultation.
‘No’ he replied, ‘I had it when I was in Amanzu. I spent my early life there with my mother. It’s a long way from here’. Gradually, the cloudiness in Agadi Obiarure’s head cleared away.
‘Then why’re you here?’ her curiosity grew.
‘I’m from here’ he replied, ‘And I was chosen to take after my father in the humble work of consultation’ he added, and almost immediately, his eyebrows fell with anguish.
‘It’s a lineage affair, and it’s so sad that the dynasty would end with me. I have no son to pass it on to’.
At this instance, Agadi Obiarure felt a strange , hot ascent from her body and a fresh, cold descent replace it. The obscure reason behind so many past events and the upturning of her dark, solitary, grief-filled life suddenly became clear to her. Now, she understood the reason behind her son’s persistent illness and the oracle’s long-standing instruction. Obim was theirs and they were calling to take him away. Evil life was at it again. It had all the while been after her with its wicked plans. First, it put her through a cruel, deranging fate. Then, it made her seek and find solace in the hands of her persecutor. And as if that was not enough, it was now after the only source of light it had left her. Fancy it had left it with her in the act of putting out hers. All that bizarre fate for her? And she was expected to accept them all with a strong mind? Such intricate life! Her life had been tossed about enough and she wasn’t going to allow it to be submerged. Obim was never going to succeed him, she swore under her breath!
‘Back to land, great messenger’ she informed him rashly, her countenance switching abruptly. ‘If the only condition for my child to stay alive is for him to find his father, then let him die!” she sputtered out acidly with a menacing glare and walked quietly out of the cave.
THE END
Pls I’ll like to end the story here. I only wanted to use it to know my power of description.
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Eletrika @babyada
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Hmmm. Think I need to catch up on the other parts to be able to appreciate this here one well…
Seun please do. There’re three parts before this one.
i have read the other parts and i think it is quite wicked of her to want to let the son die because she had discovered that this messenger was the father, an unworthy one i guess. i liked the story but i am not glad that you ended it here.
you still have a problem with the typos. keep writing ma’am
Definitely she wouldn’t let her son die. She was just being furious. Thanks Xikay.
Crickets don’t cry; they chirp. Ur descriptive powers could use a little work, I think. Not bad though. Heed Xikay’s words.
Thanx Ray. I hope to be better next time.
Eletrika, I felt the story was verrrrry drawn out. Essentially, it was just describing the confrontation between Agadi and the messenger; I think that this could have been written in fewer words.
Regarding descriptions, there’s some work to be done here. Take this paragraph for example (my words in brackets:
But I liked the story, and how you showed the pain that she had gone through leading to the decision she took.
Thanks a lot Tola. I know I still have a lot of work to do.
I always love happy endings. But its not my story. I liked all of the parts except your ending.
Kaycee this is not the end. I just wanted to stop here. I’ll be touching it a little before returning to it.