DEBACLE

...The birds flew higher into the sky; like the birds he watched, Obum stretched his hands wide open with his eyes closed. A call from his mother interrupted his fantacy.
"Obum!" His mother called from the kitchen. Egusi pottage was on the fire. "Take this bowl to mama Nkem, tell her I sent you."
Amanda stirred the soup on the fire, sweat created pathways on her face. She wiped the old pathways off her face with her wrapper for the creation of new ones as she stirred the boiling soup.
Chimanda, a mother of one and the only wife of the great warrior and farmer, had her lips as her honey-pot. They were red and soft and she knew just how to pout them to either softened Ikedirim's boiling heart when he was angry or reduced the warlord to a sex machine.

"You are my strength." Her eardrums always vibrated at the sound of Ikedirim's baritone after reaching orgasm, then her laps would respond and shiver in pleasure.
The ecstacy of the pleasurable sex she had with her energetic chappie eight days ago ran through her lustful mind as she smiled intermittently at the boiling soup on fire; probably watching a clip of their sexual act in her pot of soup. She was indeed on the qui vive for a hotter pleasure.

Obum took his stick from his one-wheel *vehicle*, wore the bowl on his head like a hat, relieved the wall from the infinitesimal pressure of the tyre that leaned on it, and off he went as he hit the tyre with the stick he held firmly in his right hand and controlled the tyre's direction with his left hand. He rode down to mama Nkem's house in excitement. He was going to be thrown up and suspended in the air for some few seconds again then back to his father's trustful hands on his arrival- a feeling he loved so much.
Obum arrived home within a twinkle of an eye. He never wanted to miss his father's arrival because his father could get busy with friends famili, and well wishers and he would lose the opportunity to be thrown up.
"Obum is that you?" Amanda's voice asked from the bathroom. She spat out the lather whichbtried to get into her mouth.
"Yes. The fufu is in the basket in the kitchen."
"That's my boy, thank you."
Amanda took all the time in the world to make herself look posh and attractive for her husband, Onye-ike", like the villagers call him.

The sound of the gong faintly hit the eardrums of Ikedirim's household. The long awaited time finally arrived. A sweet sensation ran through Amanda's sexy body sitting on her bambo bed. Her sweat pores immediately pumped out sweat. She imagined to see her husband's bold eyes run through her body in lust, she gave herself a solely and passionate hug as she stood and headed to the exit door post.
Obum suddenly, when he heard the sound, opened his left eye while the right eye remained closed and his ears stood erect. He stopped breathing so he could hear effectively. The sound came yet again, again and again... Obum quickly emptied the bucket of water on his body. His towel did the proper cleaning as he rushed out of the bathroom to his room.

The sound could be heard from a closer range now, but the sound was seldom heard in all the village; not as swanky as it should be when a warrior came back home victoriously. Cold vibes shook off the sensation of her posh self. She pictured a defeated look in her husband's face. That was going to be the first she would see after her ten years of marriage to him. The long awaited love to be made for pleasure was now going to be for compensation, she admitted.

When the sound was next compound away, women ran into Ikedirim's compound in tears, some started rolling on the floor hitting the ground, while the rest ran towards her and fell just beside her mourning. Amanda furrowed her eyes at the sorrowful display. She suddenly felt Obum's little fingers holding on to her already sweating right palm. "When has it become a tabboo to be defeated in a fight?" She reasoned, because she was not going to give in to think of the worst that will happen.

She raised her head immediately she heard the voice of the great Dibia, Igbegiri, making his incantations at the top of his voice, his head swerving to to the right and to the left. Just after him were four men with leafs held in their mouths, carrying a stretcher made of bamboo. Looking at who the stretcher carriers were was a waste of time to clear her confusion, her focus was on the hefty man lieing on the stretcher.
Gently, the men put down the stretcher. The elders surrounded the stretcher with their hands held across their chest or back, hiding their necks in their shoulders. Amanda slowly walked to where the stretcher was laid, lo and behold, it was Ikedirim's body lieing lifeless...

Speechless she stood, clueless she was, how would she now cope with the sudden twist of event???

This is a part culled our of my incoming novel, DEBACLE. The full story will unveil every hidden truth about Ikemdiri's (Onye-ike) death. It will be out next year by God's grace. Stay tuned.