The Legend Of Dayo…

AARON ANSAH-AGYEMAN

THE LEGEND OF DAYO

SEASON 4: THE FATHER

CHAPTER 4

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Nneka Okez turned sharply and saw a black hoodie hovering in the air behind her.

The hood was up, but she saw no face within.

Nneka Okez’s face showed her horror as she tottered deeper into the room with a muted scream.

“Get yourself together, Nneka, daughter of Tunde,” the voice came from within the hood, sharp and impatient. “I’m the Grand Oracle of Dayo. My name is Jhon Moziz, and I’m the protector of the prince. As I said, I hid his presence here from Prosper and the Sage for a reason! I have limited time because I grow weak by the second. So listen and listen well! Are you with me?”

Nneka Okez nodded numbly and took a great, shuddering sigh.

The fear, however, remained on her beautiful face.

The spirit of Jhon Moziz floated toward her, and a moment later a beautiful golden chain with a glittering locket floated out of the hoodie and came toward Nneka’s hands, then it stopped and just hanged in the air.

“Take the chain, Nneka Okez, daughter of Tunde!” Jhon Moziz said softly. “Put it around the neck of the prince.”

Nneka reached out with an unsteady hand and took the chain, and then she looked at the strange hanging hoodie with less fear.

“He will not make it,” she whispered tremulously. “It would have been better if you had let them take him away. Perhaps they have better medication to help him survive. He is wounded too deeply in both legs, the wounds quite hideous. Also, a knife pierced his heart. He has lost a lot of blood. To make it worse, he fell from a great height and smashed on the rocks below the waterfall, and he might’ve broken some ribs or bled internally. I don’t think he will live!”

“Whether he lives or perishes is not of your concern, Nneka,” Jhon Moziz said. “Put the chain of his father around his neck, and do not touch him with any form of medicine. However, if his body grows cold, and he shivers alarmingly, do your best to keep him warm. He is the heir of the throne, our King and Lord, so take care of him, Nneka, daughter of Tunde!”

The beautiful woman nodded once.

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“I grow weak, Nneka,” the spirit of Jhon Moziz said, and indeed his voice sounded weak. “I shall see you as and when the need be.”

And then he disappeared.

Nneka Okez approached the bed slowly, and then she sat down on its edge. She looked at the pale face of the wounded prince, and for a moment she wondered if the boy was dead.

He was so still, so lifeless, so innocent and yes, so incredibly handsome. She sighed, and then she carefully unhooked the chain clasp, leaned across and fastened it around his neck, leaving the beautiful emerald studded locket lying across the base of his throat.

A moment later he made a strange gurgling sound, and his body began to tremble, and his lips turned dark, making his teeth chatter.

Nneka was alarmed instantly. She touched his skin and gasped when she felt how cold he suddenly was. She remembered the words the spirit had uttered, telling her to keep him warm.

Nneka got up and covered him with more sheets and a thick blanket, but still, he shivered rather horribly. She stood watching him, alarmed, and then she bit her lower lip with confusion and indecision. Suddenly, she turned and raced out of the room.

She ran across the compound and took a path behind the house.

The path was well-kept, and shortly afterward she came to a clean clearing where a shed was erected, and underneath the shed was a grave. It was cemented and bordered by garlands of beautiful plants and flowers.

At its head was a little cross and hanging from the cross was the picture of a handsome man framed with golden metals, and adorned by flowers. Nneka fell down on her knees and raised a hand to the photo, and tears of anguish streamed down her face.

“My love, my darling, my husband, Moshood!” she cried tremulously. “I promised you fidelity till the length of the years I will spend here in the land of Dayo! Forgive me, my husband, but something has happened. I know you were watching, and I know you’re aware of the stranger in your bed, a boy said to be the prince of Dayo! He needs the kind of warmth a woman can provide, but I cannot provide it without your permission, my husband, because I cannot break my promise of eternal marriage to you! If it is your wish that I should provide this warmth, do show me a sign!”

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And immediately she felt a strange wind blowing around her, cold and very eerie, and she gasped with shock and sat back on her haunches.

Her eyes opened when she saw the green leaves of the plants under the shed moving, and then a lot of leaves floated in the sky and fell down gently on the grave.

And then a very amazing thing happened!

The leaves slowly moved on the grave, and formed a single word:

YES.

Nneka gasped, her eyes wide, and more tears fell down her face as she clutched her heart with wonder.

“Oh, Moshood, my dearest husband!” she wept. “You’re here! Thank you, I’ll do it, my love!”

She stood up, still weeping, and raced back the path toward the house.

She did not see the black hood of Jhon Moziz slowly emerging out of the air and hovering over the grave with his hands raised, and the moment he dropped his hands the leaves that had formed the words broke apart instantly and fluttered off the grave.

“These women,” Jhon Moziz whispered weakly as he floated slowly out of sight. “They never cease to amaze me with their utter nonsense! Give you a sign indeed! Your husband is dead, Nneka, daughter of Tunde! You wanted a sign…yes indeed, I gave you a sign. Silly women!”

And, back in the room, the beautiful woman crept under the sheets, and she gently slid across the wounded and shivering body of Prince Temidayo David Dayo, and then she wrapped her arms around him tightly, making sure she wasn’t pressing any of his horrible wounds.

She felt the cold slowly seeping out of his body, and some minutes later he stopped shivering, and he seemed to sigh softly with relief.

***

Temi was in the valley once more, his favourite place!

This was the valley he always found himself in when he had sessions of inner healing with Sage Agu Samuel.

He was sitting on the boulder beside the lake, watching the ducks and the swans gliding majestically on the lake. All around him was nature’s beauty. The green grass and golden trees, the lovely birds singing with such sweet melody. He could see the golden glow of the sun in the sky, casting shimmering lights on the lake as if the water was filled with gems.

He wished, above all else, that he could turn and look behind him, but as usual, he couldn’t turn his head. But that was alright, he was happy just sitting on the boulder and enjoying this beautiful paradise.

A dove floated gently toward him and perched on his knee, and Temi giggled with happiness as he ran his hand over its smooth back.

And then, quite suddenly, it happened again!

He heard the rustling in the grass, a sound that conveyed the footsteps of somebody coming toward him from behind!

Temi wanted to turn around now, and his heart started to beat with the beginning of great fear. The lake was turning boisterous again, swirling quite alarmingly and seeming to boil because great steam rose up suddenly from it.

The swans and ducks squawked and flew away in alarm!

The lake boiled dangerously now!

Temi wanted to get up from the boulder and flee, but he was rooted to the spot, unable to move. His body shook with fear, and he heard the footsteps behind him quickening as if the person had broken into a run.

Suddenly, Temi saw a pair of red angry and demonic eyes on the surface of the lake! He gasped with fear because he recognized those eyes, but didn’t know exactly where he had seen them.

And suddenly, a white hand shaped from the water shot out from the boisterous lake and grabbed both his ankles, and then began to drag him relentlessly into the lake.

Temi screamed with fear and tried to hold on to the boulder, but he was no match for the vindictive water-hands dragging him.

He could see the red eyes in the water almost closing into vicious slits, and then he was yanked so violently that his hands were pried from the boulder, and he was borne rapidly into the depths of the violent lake.

Just as he was about to be drawn under the water, Temi felt his right wrist gripped suddenly and he looked up with a heart beating with terror…and saw the strange man on the bank of the lake.

The man had a shock of grey hair, and he was dressed in a most beautiful gown made with black and gold material. He had a thick grey beard, grey moustache and grey eyebrows.

And he was a most handsome and distinguished man, a royal man, and as Temi looked at him his fear waned, and he felt a great rush of emotions that almost made him stop breathing!

There was no doubt who the man was.

This was King Demi of the Great Dayo Empire!

His father!

“Papa!” Temi whispered as tears formed in his eyes. “Is this you, Papa?”

“I got you, son,” King Demi said with a great tender smile. “Finally, I got you.”

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