The Legend Of Dayo is still on…

AARON ANSAH-AGYEMAN

THE LEGEND OF DAYO

SEASON 1: THE EMERGENCE

CHAPTER 11

The Dayo Prince

Prince Temi of the Dayo Empire!

A proud man, tall and muscled and absolutely fabulous!

He stood, proud and tall, incredible and amazing, and absolutely glowing in a frightening king of glorious manner, his eyes cold and piercing as he looked around him!

When he took a step forward, the action broke the lethargic fear and fascination that had been holding the crowd to the spot.

Suddenly, they were all running away, screaming and throwing away their weapons!

Even the Palace Warriors fled, together with the Ezemuo!

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Mrs. Ibrahim was screaming shrilly as she ran, her pudgy legs flailing rather pathetically in her frenzied fear. She collided into the back of a gasping Mr. Ibu, and they fell down in a crashing tangle of flailing arms and legs.

In his maddened fear Mr. Ibu’s leg swung into Mrs. Ibrahim’s face, breaking her nose and sending thick crimson blood running. Filled with the physical pain, she threw a foot straight into the groin of that evil of a man, such that the pain flared excruciatingly in that most sensitive part of a man.

Mr. Ibrahim screamed with pain, but Mrs. Ibrahim was already up, ignoring her bleeding nose, and continuing her strange hopping-running movements.

Unable to stand, due to the fiery pain in his nether regions, a gasping Mr. Ibu began to crawl painfully away until the pain subsided enough for him to gain his feet and hopped away.

And soon the whole place was deserted.

Neji Helen, standing in front of the prince, became aware that tears were streaming down her cheeks. With trembling hands she draped the cloth around the young man’s naked waist and tied the edge in a holding knot.

And then she looked up into his eyes.

He was so tall and huge, dwarfing her!

Surely this amazing man couldn’t have been the helpless, malformed man he had been a few minutes ago, could he?

They looked at each other, and then without knowing what she was doing, Neji Helen raised her hand and touched his left cheek tenderly, like she had been doing sometimes when she was alone with him.

He closed his beautiful eyes, and his lips parted, and then a glorious expression of happiness spread across his handsome face.

“I remember!” he said in a deep pleasant voice, and then his arms came out and folded around Neji Helen.

She gasped, startled, but she didn’t resist him as she looked deeply into his eyes.

As he drew her into a warm embrace she raised her own arms and draped them around his neck.

He was so warm, and he smelled so nice, so glorious, so royal.

“Oh, Temi!” she whispered hoarsely.

“Aha!” the spirit of Jhon Moziz said above her head. “Now you want to copulate, don’t you, in spite of all those fancy words you gave me! Now you see how grand the prince is, so now you go all soft and foolish and silly-hearted! Ah! Earthling Women!”

Without raising her head, not wanting to break that heavenly magic of the moment, Neji Helen spoke quietly.

“Go away, Spirit!”

“Grand Oracle of Dayo!” Jhon Moziz said angrily. “You better address me properly before I turn you into a frog or something much more hideous!”

Both Neji and Prince Temi ignored him.

She wanted to remain in this embrace forever!

Even when her father, mother and brother came close, she felt so reluctant to let the boy go!

***

“Oh, my goodness!” Uche Joseph said as he stood gazing up at the transformed young man. “Surely, you’re not human, are you? What is your name?”

The incredibly handsome man turned and looked at Uche.

There was a serene, wondrous expression on his face as he looked at them, with a slight puckering of his brow, as if he was in some sort of puzzlement.

“I’ve no idea what my name is,” he said in his incredibly deep, low and beautiful voice. “My life, until now, had been lived in absolute darkness, silence and pain. But this one here called me Temi. Is that my name?”

Neji Helen reached out and took his hand in hers, looking at him with melting eyes.

“You’ve had a most horrifying life so far,” she said gently. “Yes, you’re Temidayo, the prince of the Dayo Empire.”

“And how did you know that?” Grace Opurum asked in a puzzled voice.

“I informed the earthling of the name of the prince,” said the spirit of Jhon Moziz, and suddenly the whole surroundings began to glow, and then Jhon Moziz appeared, standing not very far away from Prince Temi.

Olusegun Osuolale, Uche Joseph and Grace Opurum gasped and huddled together with sudden fear as the black-clad apparition made himself visible to all of them.

“Wh-who’re y-you?” Olusegun Osuolale asked unsteadily.

“My name is of no import to you, mister, but I will tell you out of necessity to the dire straits you will find yourself in if I leave you ignorant!” the strange-looking thing said inside that hood. “My handle is Grand Oracle of Dayo, and I was the spiritual servant of King Demi Dayo! This young man is Prince Temidayo David Dayo of Dayo, and I need to send him back home immediately.”

Prince Temi turned and looked at the strange thing, and there was displeasure on his handsome face.

“I do not have the slightest inkling of going anywhere with you, sir,” he said gently, and turned toward Neji, dismissing Jhon Moziz completely. “You’re different! You look like this one!”

He pointed to Grace Opurum.

“And you,” he said, pointing to Uche Joseph. “You look like me, and this one here!”

He pointed to Olusegun Osuolale.

“Oh, yeah,” Neji said with a chuckle, unable to take her eyes off him. “We’re females, women, girls. You are males, men, boys.”

“You must listen to me, Grand Prince of Dayo!” Jhon Moziz shouted. “You’re in very grave danger! And the lives of the people here are also in danger! You must return to the Dayo at once!”

“Please, please, please!” Olusegun Osuolale said in an imploring voice, his face still shocked. “We can’t stay here and talk! Those murderers might be back any moment from now. Please, come inside and let’s sit down and talk, please.”

Neji Helen didn’t need a second prompting.

She took the young man’s hand and began to lead him away. There was a bright flare, and then Jhon Moziz disappeared.

“Ohhhhh!” Uche Joseph said with excitement, looking around him for the figure in black, but he was gone. “That was capital!”

“Come, son, let’s get indoors,” Olusegun Osuolale said anxiously as he put an arm across his wife’s shoulders. “This night is not a good night! Evil is reigning all around!”

***

They sat around the dining-table, and they all looked at him.

Even in the dim light he was indeed a spectacle to behold, a man very fine to the eye, every inch a fine specimen of his species. He sat next to Neji, and looked at her with great wonder, constantly reaching out to touch her cheek or her hair.

Neji Helen had been telling her family and Temi all that the spirit of Jhon Moziz had told her about the handsome young man sitting by her side.

“So, in a nutshell, Temi here is a prince of the Dayo Empire who was separated from his mother when he was born, and now he needs to return to this Dayo place?” Olusegun Osuolale asked with some confusion on his face.

“Yes, Baba,” Neji Helen said.

“But I don’t want to go anywhere,” Temi said gently, and Neji turned to face him, her eyes tender by the gentleness of his voice, and his evident interest in her. “I just want to stay here with you.”

“And that is the most dangerous words you can ever utter, Prince Temidayo,” came the cold voice of Jhon Moziz as he materialized out of the darkness.

They all turned toward him as he hovered in his black hoodie robe in the doorway, his arms crossed.

Temi turned too and looked at the apparition.

“And why can’t I stay here?” he asked calmly. “For as long as I can remember, I have lived a life of pain and strife, moving from one place to the next, being scorned and abused. Only these nice people have been kind to me. Why can’t I stay with them?”

“You’re not asking the sensible questions of a prince!” the spirit said sharply, almost scornfully. “Do not be blinded and swayed by the tenderness of the human maiden!”

Temi got to his feet, his eyes flashing angrily.

“You will not address her with such scorn!” he said coldly, and suddenly his whole frame was shaking with fury, and Neji Helen reached out to touch his arm, trying to make him calm down.

“Forgive me, Your Majesty, for my impertinence!” the spirit of Jhon Moziz said with a pious bow of the head. “But we don’t have time to dally here! We need to equip you to meet your destiny!”

“My destiny is here, with these people, and with Neji!” Prince Temi said softly, still standing defiantly.

The spirit of Jhon Moziz floated forward and stopped just within touching distance of the furious young man.

“You were disguised and hidden in the cutaneous crust, My Lord,” he said in a rasping voice filled with suppressed anger. “I am sorry for your life of strife, but we never abandoned you! We always protected you. We rendered you blind, mute and deaf, with the hideous hunchback look, so that no evil could find you, and kill you! But now that you’re out, every second you stay here in this accursed place places grave danger not only on yourself, but on these Earthlings as well! We must go!”

And the handsome young man looked at the dark shape sullenly, and shook his head.

“I stay,” he said in a harsh voice. “I stay with Neji.”

“Oh, you’re indeed vexatious and fractious in your stubbornness, just like your father!” came the angry rumble from within the hoodie. “Ah, the lure of the most dangerous package of flesh ever to plague mankind is now rendering your mind infantile! The earthling woman and her witchery, snaring you with the drip of her lips, the appendages of her chest, the sinful curves of her body, the softness of her thighs, and oh, that earthly hole with a mop of savage hair on top! It is of no import! You’re needed in Dayo for greater things!”

Temidayo looked at the Grand Oracle with a stubborn slant of jaw.

“Indeed, you talk too much!” he said softly. “This family was good to me! All my life I lived in pain and strife, in abject darkness and silence…only pain, pain and  confusion! You abandoned me to such a fate and you now want me to trust you with the rest of my life?”

“I never abandoned you, My Lord!” the spirit of Jhon Moziz shouted anxiously. “If only you will listen to me! Whatever you were going through was to protect you, the only true heir to the Dayo throne!”

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