The Legend Of Dayo is served…
AARON ANSAH-AGYEMAN
THE LEGEND OF DAYO
SEASON 1: THE EMERGENCE
CHAPTER 10
The Man In The Fire
Neji Helen stood up and was running toward the main door when it crashed open savagely, and about seven heavily-muscled men burst into the house.
She screamed shrilly with terror when she saw that they were the Royal Guards from the palace.
“What’s this the meaning of this atrocity?” Olusegun Osuolale asked with great trepidation as he reached out for Neji and held her, shielding her from the fierce-looking men.
“We’re here by the orders of the Igwe!” one of the guards said as he waved a wicked machete at Olusegun. “He received a complaint from an Alhaji Ibu, substantiated by many witnesses including Mrs. Habiba Ibrahim, claiming that you’re harbouring a cursed one in here! His curse is making you prosper, but it is making people fall sick, and making the village inhabitable!”
[stextbox id=”alert” caption=”WARNING”]Exlusive Content to aaron-ansah-agyeman.com Do not copy or share on any other site. Do not share on any WhatsApp, Facebook or Social Media page. ONLY SHARE THE LINKS TO THE STORY[/stextbox]“No, that can’t be true!” Neji cried with tears brimming in her eyes. “Who heard of such a preposterous thing? I haven’t heard of anybody falling sick!”
“Now you will shut up, young lady, and speak only when addressed!” the guard said cruelly, and Olusegun drew Neji closer.
“The Royal Fetish Priest, the honourable Ezemuo, has confirmed this!” the Guard continued. “He explained that many of the illnesses and deaths occurring in this land are as a result of this ogbanje in our midst! The Igwe has heeded the advice of the Ezemuo to kill this cursed human and restore blessings back to our land!”
“That is madness!” Uche Joseph cried, jumping to his feet with fury.
“Uche!” Olusegun shouted with fear. “You will not address the Royal Guards in such language. Please, Elders, forgive the rashness of a little fool whose brain has been taken over by the White Man’s folly!”
“It is not right to do this!” Grace Opurum said as she also got to her feet, fear etched deeply on her face. “He’s just a poor, innocent young man!”
“This can’t be happening!” Neji Helen cried, struggling against her father. “No, Baba, don’t let them do this! This is barbaric, to say the least!”
“Olusegun, son of Olusegun, grandson of Olusegun!” the Chief Guard roared. “Warn your family, Olusegun! They’re this close to incurring the wrath of the gods!”
What happened next was done in a frenzy!
As the crowd waited outside, chanting and screaming, the huge guards held Uche Joseph and Grace Opurum back as two of them dragged the blind, deaf, mute and hunch-backed young man outside!
The moment the confused Temi was taken outside the crowd cheered wildly!
Neji Helen screamed and wept bitterly as she watched through the window. They threw stones and rotten vegetables at the poor Temi!
Some of the men kicked and hit him rather badly, causing Temi to raise his hands weakly in absolute shock and pain, unable to understand what was going on.
Neji’s heart was broken!
“Stooooop!” Neji cried helplessly, her heart tearing apart. “Please stop, you barbaric bastards! May the gods curse you and your families!”
“My daughter, please, be patient!” Olusegun Osuolale said with great fear. He knew that if he didn’t control his family, they might all be dragged to the palace for incurring the wrath of the gods, and the punishment for that would be very heinous indeed.
Temi was crawling helplessly on the ground, blind, not knowing where to turn to escape the stones and other objects being hurled at him, and the kicks and blows raining on him!
Neji Helen saw that Mrs. Ibrahim and Alhaji Ibu were the main instigators, the two of them throwing the biggest rocks, their faces twisted with pure hatred!
Just then a man stepped forward, illuminated by the lanterns of the others.
He was wearing only a raffia skirt, and his body was painted hideously with white paint.
He was holding a whisk.
This man was the Royal Fetish Priest, the Ezemuo, called Adekunle Oyadepo.
Behind him were two of his assistants who were holding small yellow gallons. When the Fetish Priest gestured, his assistants poured the contents of the gallons on Temi!
Neji Helen screamed and found the strength to get out of her father’s arms. She ran toward the door as his father screamed with horror. Neji knew what the content of the gallons was: petrol!
They were going to burn Temi alive!
Neji Helen could not breathe!
Oh, how she had regretted!
If she had known this was going to happen she would have made love to this poor boy just as the spirit of Jhon Moziz had suggested! Death by burning was just too much, too horrible to imagine for this gentle boy who had probably not known any form of real compassion until now!
Oh, if losing her virginity to save this boy’s life had been an option, she would gladly have done it…if she had known, yes, if she had known this terrible thing might happen!
“Jhoooon Mooooziz!” Neji screamed as she run. “Are you here? Please come out! Help him, please, I beg of you! Come and help Temi, Jhon Moziz!”
But Jhon Moziz didn’t appear!
The Fetish Priest now had a burning torch in his hand!
As Neji screamed and raced forward the man threw the burning torch at Temi!
There was a mighty whooooof sound as Temi exploded in a blast of fireball!
“Noooooooooo!!” Neji Helen screamed and fell to her knees, weeping bitterly as Temi, still kneeling, began to burn viciously!
But, even in her agony, even in her devastated mood, Helen Neji knew that something was not right, and that something odd was happening!
It was really an odd sight!
Temi should have been thrashing around in pain and terror as the fire consumed him but, strangely, he remained kneeling, and then as the fire raged around him, he got slowly to his feet.
He could not be seen, because the intense fire had engulfed his whole body as if he were made of combustible material instead of flesh, bone and blood.
Neji Helen stopped screaming and got slowly to her feet.
Suddenly the truth dawned on her!
This was what the spirit of Jhon Moziz had spoken of!
What was outside Temidayo was not really flesh…but something else!
What had Jhon Moziz called it…a cutaneous shell, or a cutaneous mask?
Prince Temi was trapped inside the cutaneous crust that needed to break for the real man to come out!
Jhon Moziz had said a quickening of the boy’s heart, in anger or fury, or stress, would break the crust. However, he had wanted Neji Helen to sleep with the malformed man to quicken his heart beats and make him break out!
But now they were burning him, and yet he didn’t seem to be in any pain, although he was gloriously ablaze!
He stood still, and Neji Helen suddenly realized something else: the boy was standing tall!
He was not stooped by the horrible hunch on his back, and he didn’t look short now!
Temi was standing taller…in fact taller than anybody around!
She saw the Ezemuo taking slow steps backward, his face holding an expression of fear and dawning horror at the same time.
The great crowd had stopped screaming and chanting now.
The Palace Guards were watching with bemused expression on their faces. Mrs. Ibrahim and Alhaji Ibu exchanged glances and looked on frantically.
And that was when Neji Helen saw the spirit of Jhon Moziz again!
Jhon Moziz had appeared in his black hoodie and still holding his long staff, the one with the bright light at the end.
Jhon Moziz was floating in the air around the burning figure of Temidayo, using his long staff to beat around the flames, as if directing the way it was burning!
He looked busy indeed, floating around the burning man, manipulating the flames like a master craftsman!
Neji Helen knew she was the only one who saw the spirit of Jhon Moziz, and somehow it gladdened her heart greatly to behold what the strange figure was doing, and she knew that the boy trapped in the fire was going to be okay!
Suddenly a great moan shot into the air from the gazing crowd!
A head had emerged above the burning inferno!
The fire was raging furiously from the neck down now, but the head was no more burning, and there was a young man’s head above the flames now!
“Oh!” Neji whispered with passion, not believing what she was seeing!
It was the head of a very handsome young man…the handsomest man she had ever seen in her life!
His features were arranged with incredible symmetry! Finely-chiselled features that as a whole rendered him the look of a god! From the forehead, to the eyebrows, the cold eyes, the fine nose, the full sensuous lips to the slight cleft in the proud chin!
Now his neck had emerged above the flames and Jhon Moziz worked fast, now twirling his staff this way and that way, beating at the cutaneous crust around the prince, beating away the flames!
His shoulders emerged!
Proud, masculine shoulders, finely-boned and muscled!
Again the crowd groaned with fear and fascination, and the circle around the amazing miracle taking place widened as the people moved back slowly with dawning horror.
The man’s chest appeared above the burning flames, and then his tautly-muscled belly!
Jhon Moziz was now floating around the waist of the young man, working the flames.
Neji Helen felt a momentary flash of shame as she watched.
This was what the spirit had wanted her to bring out, and which she had refused. The spirit of Jhon Moziz had told her that after her initial repulsion she might enjoy being with the prince when he emerged in his glory, but she had not really believed that!
But here he was, emerging from that inferno, and yes, he was the grandest man she had ever seen!
The fire was dwindling now as the young man’s waist emerged, and then his thighs, and then finally his calves!
He was naked…but even though everyone was staring at him, no one really paid attention to the fact that his male organ was dangling. Most of them were watching the fire still blazing around the man’s feet!
Neji Helen unwound the cover cloth around her waist and run forward!
The spirit of Jhon Moziz waved the wand, and the fire extinguished.
And there he stood!
The handsome, lovely, breath-taking Prince Temidayo of the Dayo Empire!
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