In the middle of the night,

In a twenty-first century world

As I walk home from a delayed party

Came these three women

They sat on broom sticks

But if they stood in the air

They would fly freely

GIVE US YOUR LUCK, they said

IT IS SO STRONG AND WE ENVY IT

I chuckle

WHO ARE YOU? I requested

WE ARE THE THREE WITCHES

MOST DANGEROUS AND FEARED AMIDST ALL HUMANITY

AND WHAT HATH I TO DO ABOUT THAT?

ARE YOUR DAYS NOT LONG GONE?

GONE?! NEVER GONE!

WE ARE THE STRONGHOLDS OF THE BLACK NATION,

THE PILLAR THAT HOLDS IT FIRM TO THE EARTH

THE DRIVER THAT DIRECTS ITS PATH

I laughed

YOU MUST BE MISTAKEN

WHITES CAME AND TOOK OVER US LIKE A FLOOD BRING DOWN TREES

THEY ENSLAVED OUR FATHERS AND RAPED OUR MOTHERS

THEY TOOK OVER OUR LANDS AND TOPPLED OUR GOVERNMENT

THEY BROUGHT TECHNOLOGY INTO OUR LANDS

AND RELIGION

AND EVERYTHING ELSE YOU NEVER DISCOVERED

AND WHERE WERE YOU THEN?

SHUT UP! They yelled

YOUR GRANDFATHER – EKPOKOKAN

PAID US SEVERAL HOMAGE

HE SACRIFICED TO US FOR HIS PROTECTION

WE GUARDED HIM NIGHT AND DAY,

AND HE SAID WE COULD HAVE YOUR LUCK,

GOOD! I replied

THE LUCK YOU REQUESTED, YOU NOW HAVE TO PLEAD?

EKPOKOKAN HIMSELF,

DIED UNDER THE GUNSHOT OF THE WHITEMAN,

AFTER SERIES OF BULLET RESISTING CHARMS

HE FELL LIKE A TREE

JUST BY ONE BULLET

EKPOKOKAN REFUSED US A MEAL,

AND WE THEREFORE LET HIM FALL

YOU SHALL GET NOTHING OF ME. I yelled

There was a pistol in my pocket

It was to be for the bad guys

And here are no good guys

Pa! Pa! Pa!

Three shots had escaped the gun

The creatures did not fly away

They were now lying on the floor

With liquid seeping out from them

I check again

They have become deprived of life!!!

 

THE END