Amechi was yet to fathom what gave him new strength that morning. He could barely stand or walk, the night before. He was tired, hungry, thirsty and needed a good rest for days, but that morning something was pushing him.
Those legs of his could take a short marathon if the need occurs. His eyes could sees things farther away. In fact, every part of him was intact expect his belly that kept on announcing its emptiness. The last food he had was five days ago, he had sustained himself on the wild fruits he saw around in the forest.
The night before, he threw in the towel remembering his dead companions and their battle with ndimuo-spirit. He never believed that he would have come this far, as back in the village none gave him much accolades like his companions, who were hosted by some distinguished ndichies with much food and palm wine to drink to stupor. He was left in the dark because he was a weakling with a nickname of umeapia- one with a loose strength. Some men were quick to tell him to forget about the quest and rather stay back to hurt bush rats and squrriels.
“Don’t give in, said Agbomma his mother. “As far as you were called by the Ezemuo,may the spirits guide you.”
The words gave Amechi more courage that anytime he recalls them,he felt some quantum of strength in him. His late father have always told him not look down on himself when others have thought so.
There has been a boy believed to be the true champion of the quest by name olisa. A boy who remained unbeaten in any wrestling contest to his mates. He got the nickname of Azueruani or one whose back touches not the ground. He was a wrestling god. A potential future king if he indeed returns from the long quest into the land of ijeanataghi.
Amechi rememberd all the events vividly as tears like tiny rain drops strolled down his cheeks, but that morning he felt a new strength,hope and courage.He could see the oji tree where according to Ezemuo,where the lost crown was hidden. His heart started beating faster remembering the said ekeogba-the great python that guards the precious crown.
He had lost his matchet to the ndimuo-spirits,but what was pushing him couldn’t let him run or find alternative way to battle the python. His legs won’t stop until he came face to face with the most dangerous reptile he indeed has ever heard of. Fear and anxiety enveloped his inner outer being while his inner being was full of bravery that he saw himself strangled the python with his bare hands. He could see the animal approaching with anger; his feet remained pinned to the ground, which tells him that he has seen his doom. He shut his eyes and stretch forth his hands as the reptile get closer.
He opened his eyes to behold himself sitting on the once empty throne with the crown. He saw people according him royal accolades even the Ezemuo were there with the royal staff of office. His mother stood with tears just clapping as other women joined her. All the Ndichies were smiling and calling him great names. He was still puzzled until the staff of office was handed over to him.
“Igwe!!!!” the people thundered as he danced to the musical lyrics of the egwu-epili master. He had become the king after too many years of sending men to seek after the lost crown.