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| Don't Rock The Cradle II (Josh Ziregbe) |
Omalicha: leave me alone! Leave my water-pot!! Leave me o! No, no!! Stop! Stooppp!!!!
Too late *break*.
Chidinma and her ass kissing side-chicks try to grab Omalicha's water-pot and she fights back, but in the middle of it all her pot brakes *shit*. Morbid fear flashes and sticks to her face and she is as pale as her complexion will allow. She knows the consequence of what is about to happen.
Tears well up in her eyes. The pain and emotion of her life, her father's death and being constantly bullied are stinging as she watches the water fly while still holding back the tears. She went all the way to the stream to get this and now it's all up in the air, she's not sure if it's just the water from her pot anymore or if her tears are mixed up in the flow too.
Chidinma: Stupid girl, why didn't you just give me the pot *mstchewww*
Ass Kissers: Don't mind the useless girl *mstchee, msstttcchhheeewwwwww*
Life is interesting. There is always something mysterious hiding around the corner; like a butterfly breaking out of its cocoon and waiting for its new wings to dry, there is so much hidden in plain sight. So many things are difficult to explain, for instance, how the caterpillar digests itself in metamorphosis using energy from eating delicious leaves. Shedding exo-skeleton after skeleton and finally ending up in a chrysalis, its silky cocoon. It emerges when the time is right, after hanging upside down on a twig or stalk, and pumps blood into its soft, folded wings to get them working.
"May the spirits guide you."
Omalicha never knew that her mother was a direct descendant of the founder of the village. She never knew that the blood of the founder is running through her veins. She does not know a gift cannot kill the child of whom it was given to, it is after all the child's inheritance. From an egg a caterpillar hatches and from a cocoon the final form flies out. What it is that Omalicha collected from the old lady is the egg that was gifted to her great great great..., you get the point, grandfather, generations ago. The egg has fallen but since she cannot die, she has absorbed the gift.
The water is still in the air, it hasn't dropped; for some funny reason it is rising even higher. Chidinma and her ass kissers notice something strange is going on, then they see Omalicha's feet lift off the floor and out of her slippers *scream*.
Ass Kissers: She's a witch o!!!
Chidinma has already run off leaving her two ass kissers behind. The other girls soon catch themselves and bolt off in the direction of the village. Omalichi doesn't seem to know what's happening, she's completely overwhelmed by her emotions, she is oblivious.
Today is the third day, Afor, the market day and everybody is gathered in the market square. The Onitsha market is always bubbling and lively; Onitsha is an old town. Chidinma arrives at the centre of the market square, panting, out of breath, looking like she has seen Ekwensu, the most evil of spirits himself. She has drawn the attention of everyone around, her father after all is a very wealthy man. Then she speaks.
Chidinma: Omalicha is a witch!
The crowd knows what to do. Machetes, flaming torches, sticks, firewood and all sorts of assorted weapons are engaged in the blink of an eye. Then a deep, muscular, baritone voice says clearly from the vanguard of the crowd.
Unkown Man: Show us the way.
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