The Legend Of Dayo…
THE LEGEND OF DAYO
SEASON 4: THE FATHER
Prosper Freeman admitted that indeed the widow in the valley was a very resourceful woman.
As he rode through the foliage and through her gates, he was struck afresh by how clean and beautiful the compound looked. She had been quite young when her husband died, but she had done really well. She had stayed here in the wilderness, all alone, for five years, preferring to remain close to her husband.
Indeed, she was quite a strong-willed woman, and Prosper had always admired her, but he was sad too that she continued to stay here, preferring the life of a hermit to the prospect of moving on.
She was a blazing beauty, and there had been a lot of young prospective bachelors who had expressed interest in this woman, but no, she had chosen to remain here wasting away, still locked in the horror of that night she had lost her husband to the White Kombas.
Freeman looked at the clean two-roomed building and noticed that she had built a neat clay house to one side that served as a kitchen and a bathroom. Beyond that was a farm, and Prosper was shocked to see how good and excellent the farm looked!
He saw rows of cassava, plantain, yam, and other food crops. And then there were vegetables and fruits, expanding beyond his vision, and his respect for Nneka Okez went up notches.
But today he was not here to show respect!
He was here because he had lost his prince, the son of the only man Prosper had ever respected and fully loved, and it was tearing his heart apart. He jumped off the horse as some of the warriors rode into the yard behind him. Most of them were searching along the edge of the river for even a tiny sign of Prince Temidayo.
One of the doors opened, and the widow came out.
Prosper looked at her darkly, but she was not the sort of woman a man could look at with wrath for long. She was not a big woman, and she was not a small woman either. Her face was elfin, with the features so delicately set that her beauty was almost ethereal as if she wasn’t made of only flesh and bone but of something more precious.[stextbox id=”alert” caption=”WARNING”]Exclusive Content to http://www.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]
Melanin complexion, a dark beauty so furiously and perfectly formed that many a man gasped to behold her. With her build, one would have expected some awkward bone jutting out ungainly somewhere on her, maybe an elbow or a knee, a calf even…but Nneka Okez was carved by a master craftsman who had put such delicate beauty in her features that she was absolutely perfect, a grand beautiful black beauty. Her parts, a magical symphony of rises and falls, was breath-taking to behold.
As usual, she was wearing a black dress that stopped above her knees. A piece of black cloth was wound around her head. She wore no earrings or necklace. Her delicate feet were encased in black sandals.
Her beautiful eyes widened a bit at the sight of so many fearsome warriors on her compound, but she showed no fear as she stood looking at them.
“Nneka, sorry for the intrusion, but we are of hot blood this morning!” Prosper Freeman said as he walked toward her. “We seek our prince. He might’ve fallen from the waterfall above, and he might be wounded because the vile White Kombas attacked him. Perchance, you haven’t seen him, have you?”
The beautiful woman who had not spoken a word since her husband’s burial only stared at Prosper Freeman.
“Okay, search the whole compound! Search the rooms, the kitchen the bathroom, the farm! Everywhere! Search!”
He walked past the silent woman and entered the room she had emerged from. It was her bedroom, and it was clean and beautiful as expected. The bed was huge and neatly made, but it was empty. Prosper
bent and looked under the bed.
The doorway darkened behind him, and Sage Agu Samuel came in, followed by Nneka Okez.
The Sage looked worried as he stared all around him.
“He’s not here?” he asked softly.
“He’s not here,” Prosper said bitterly, and his dark eyes settled angrily on the woman. “Tell me, darn it, woman! Did you hear anything? Did you see anything?”
Nneka Okez was looking at them with a slightly puzzled look on her face, and she shook her head once at Prosper’s query.
“I can feel his spirit so strongly here!” Sage Agu whispered as he looked intently at the bed. “What is happening? I was sure he was in here, and that is why I followed you here! His aura was strong, emanating from this very room! I feel Temi here!”
“He’s not here!” Prosper said furiously and with much bitterness. “Perhaps, he might be in the other room. Let’s check it out!”
As they walked out of the room Nneka Okez remained, and her eyes were on the bed, filled with puzzlement and disbelief. After a while, she shook herself and went outside. She saw Prosper Freeman entering the room she used as a living-room, followed by Sage Agu.
She remained standing as the warriors turned her compound upside down. More of them entered her bedroom and searched, and they eventually came out with cries of frustration.
It seemed like a lifetime, but eventually, Prosper Freeman called them out and directed them to join the search along the banks of the river.
Nneka Okez watched as the warriors mounted their horses and began to ride out, and then she entered her bedroom again and stood to stare at the bed.
Eventually, the doorway darkened, and she turned to see Prosper Freeman and Sage Agu Samuel standing behind her.
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Prosper stood quite close to Nneka and spoke in a harsh voice.
“You heard the Sage!” Prosper said. “We lost the Prince of Dayo up there in the park above the Falls. We believe he fell down here, as I said. Please, keep on the lookout for him. If you find any trace of him, even the smallest one, kindly go up the hill and tie a white cloth to the brushes, okay? I’ll let a warrior check it every day. Do you understand?”
Nneka Okez nodded with confusion.
She followed Prosper and Sage Agu out of the room and waited until they mounted their horses and rode away. She remained still for a long time until she was sure they were all gone, and then she put slightly trembling fingers to her lips and scowled.
And this time, her beautiful face reflected her mounting fear.
She entered her bedroom slowly and stood just inside the doorway looking at the bed.
Temidayo was lying on the bed.
His body was on her bed, at the far end near the window. The white sheets she had used to swath him were now showing red blood stains around the thighs and on his chest.
She was very scared now!
She could see Temidayo quite clearly, lying still in the coma she had found him in along the river that morning when she went to check on her fish traps. He had been almost naked and covered with so much blood that she had thought he was dead.
She had washed him and had had a herculean effort piling his body onto her cart and bringing him home. She had done her best to stop the bleeding and there he was, on her bed…
And yet those men had not seen him!
Both the Sage and Commander and other warriors had come in here, but somehow, they had not seen Temi’s body on the bed!
What was going on?
Who was this man, and why were they after him so much?
They said he was the prince of Dayo?
Yes, indeed, when she had seen him she had been so taken aback by the way he looked like the handsome King Demi, but of course, this almost-dead boy was too young to be King Demi.
But the question still remained…that scary question!
There he was, the wounded man, there he was on her bed!
But the men had come in and none had seen him!
What were they planning?
Her heart beat with fear, and as she stared at the still body of Temidayo, she was suddenly scared to go near him.
“Do not be perplexed, Nneka, daughter of Tunde!” came a soft, deep voice behind her. “I, indeed, the Grand Oracle of Dayo, hid the prince from them, so that they saw only the bed, and couldn’t see the body of the prince! And I did that for a purpose, Nneka, Dayan damsel of the bloodline of Tunde!”[stextbox id=”info” caption=”JOIN US ON WHATSAPP“]
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