The Legend Of Dayo…
AARON ANSAH-AGYEMAN
THE LEGEND OF DAYO
SEASON 5: THE ONE
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CHAPTER 15
Queen Kelly Philip stood trembling with trepidation against the damp wall of her dungeon prison when she heard the heavy boots pounding along the corridors of the old palace.
She pulled her sparse cloth closely around her and waited with fear, wondering what the vile Temitayo Anubi and the evil Leke Olugbade Bally were planning for her now. It was still late afternoon, she knew, because her dinner had not been brought yet.
The door darkened, and four warriors of the palace entered her abode.
“Come with us, please,” the senior-ranked warrior said politely. “The King demands your company.”
Kelly’s stomach muscles cringed.
The last time she had been taken out of here, she had witnessed the murders of Okakuo Agbons’ mother and that of the old warrior at the Tower Prison her daughter was being kept. She had also been forced to dance on broken glass to save her daughter and Okakuo Agbons.
She wondered what was happening now.
Had Okakuo been caught?
Was there another heinous time waiting for her?
She allowed herself to be guided through the maze of the underground corridors until they came to the huge hall where a huge basket had been lowered from the top, held by very stout ropes.
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Hands reached out to steady the basket as other warriors helped her out of the basket. The bright daylight hurt her eyes, and Kelly shut them momentarily. Most of the warriors were kind, but she saw the way they wriggled their noses with distaste, and she simply could not fault them because she knew she was indeed stinking.
They put her into a carriage and drove her to the palace.
She was taken through corridors and finally to the quarters inside the palace where the servants were kept. She was taken to the quarters of the Head Servant, which had three rooms; a hall, a dining room, and bathroom.
Temitayo Anubi and Juliet Udeh Onyinye, both elegantly-dressed, were waiting in the room.
“Ah, the servant girl appears finally,” Juliet said with a derisive laugh as she surveyed Kelly Philip’s unkempt and dirty appearance. “And smelling like a skunk!”
“She’s a skunk, darling,” Temitayo said with a chuckle, putting a perfumed handkerchief to her nose. “Go take a bath, woman! We have barely three months to the wedding, so as my mother-in-law-to-be, I want you to spend the remaining months here, you know, with your whore of a daughter. Now, you see how kind I am, don’t you?”
The door opened behind Kelly Philip again, and Princess Uvbi Akenzua was pushed into the room rather unkindly by Emmanuel Stephen Skandy, the Army Commander.
The Princess fell down rather badly.
“Emma, be careful!” Temitayo said sharply. “That’s my virgin bride to be!”
“Sorry, Your Majesty!” Stephen said coldly.
Princess Uvbi Akenzua took a look at her mother, and she got up instantly with tears of joy and ran into the arms of the dethroned queen. Mother and daughter embraced tightly and wept bitterly.
Temitayo Anubi and Juliet headed toward the door.
“This will give you two some time to have some good times together,” Temitayo said coldly. “Remember, the doors and windows would be guarded. None of you will go out. You have food in abundance in the kitchen, and it would be replenished as and when you need more. Try anything funny, and I’ll send the two of you down to the dungeons until the wedding day!”
“Have fun, slaves, in your slave quarters!” Juliet said and giggled.
They went out, and the door was locked and barred from the outside.
Kelly Philip and her daughter held each other for a long time, and then the old queen raised a dirty hand and held the shoulders of her daughter.
“Listen, my dearest,” she whispered earnestly. “Come with me to the bathroom.”
She stood up and quickly walked to the bathroom, followed by her puzzled daughter.
Queen Philip turned on the tap in the bath and also the showers in the shower area, and as the water splashed noisily on the tiles and in the bath, making it difficult to hear, the Queen put her lips close to her daughter’s ear and spoke earnestly.
“The rooms might be bugged,” she said. “They would be listening in on our conversations, so we need to be careful.”
Princess Uvbi Akenzua nodded as tears fell down her beautiful cheeks.
“I’m so scared, Mama,” she wept bitterly. “Scared for you, for me, and for Kak. Did he get away, was he killed? Oh, but my heart, Mama, my poor heart!”
Tears came to the queen’s eyes to see her daughter in such distress.
“It has been very bitter for us after we lost your father, my dearest!” she said as she held her daughter’s hand. “But do not lose hope. Be strong. There’s something I must tell you, my dear, something I haven’t had the chance to inform you yet. But, the Grand Oracle assured me that soon, before you fall prey to the evil machinations of your cousin, your brother would come and set us free!”
“My brother?” Princess Uvbi Akenzua said with narrowed eyes. “What are you talking about?”
The queen smiled tremulously, and then she began to whisper the most incredible piece of news into the ears of the dumbfounded and suddenly excited Princess Uvbi Akenzua.
“Temidayo David?” Princess Akenzua whispered as tears of unbridled joy coursed down her face. “My own little brother? Oh, Mama! But my heart will burst with joy this very moment literally! Oh, what grand news! Is he alive? Is he well? Oh, when will I behold this grand sight? I’ll die, Mama!”
“Hush, dear, silence!” the Queen said excitedly as she smiled through her tears. “I have faith in the Grand Oracle, that together with Commander Prosper Freeman, they have kept my son, your brother, my dear husband’s only heir, safe! I have been able to live, and my spirit has not died, simply because I can’t wait to hold my son in my arms, to watch his face, and to kiss his cheeks! That is the feeling that has kept me sane and alive through this whole ordeal! He comes, yes, my son comes!”
And the two women wept and laughed because for a very brief moment in time, they had some drop of hope to hold on to, a spark of joy to relive, and for that moment the dire consequences facing them was pushed to the background.
***
Okakuo Agbons walked toward the Hallow Guest House where he had taken up abode.
He had been there for close to a month. He had no money on him, and so he had been forced to find work in the cotton fields of the owner of the guest house, a work that came with free food and boarding. It was a hard, boring and quite an unfulfilling job, but he had no choice as he continued to look for the elusive Emmanuel Suncity the Butcher.
No one seemed to know who this shady character was, and Okakuo was becoming increasingly frustrated, thinking maybe the Grand Oracle had sent him on a wild goose chase. He had given himself up to the end of the month, though. If he failed to find this character, he would then put into action other plans to help the woman he loved and to avenge the murder of his dear mother.
He took the huge truck ride from the cotton plantation to the centre of Aradise, and was greatly surprised to see a lot of people mingling around the town obviously in a joyous mood.
This was quite shocking to him because, around this time at dusk, there would have been only a handful of people outside, and even those would be rushing to get indoors and bar their doors because it was White Komba hour! No one wanted to be outside at dusk for fear of being killed and eaten by those evil creatures.
Not today, though.
Men, women, and children were all mingling around, shouting and celebrating, obviously overjoyed. Okakuo scowled as he got out of the truck and picked up his sword and a little bag.
“Now, what is going on here?” asked one of the cotton workers as he walked beside Okakuo.
“Beats me,” he replied as he quickly walked along.
His colleague held a drunken man by the arm and shook him a little.
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“Hiya, pardner!” he said, his voice confused. “What with the jubilant crowd, yeh? Why you old cahoots not fleeing indoors from them murdering White Kombas?”
The man took a long pull from his bottle and smiled at them with grimy teeth.
“White Kombas ain’t coming to brood no more!” he screamed happily. “Haven’t yer heard the good news? Peace arrangement made with them Kombas by them holy people of that secret Haven! Kombas not gon terrorize us no more, ever!”
He continued on his drunken ways, and Okakuo looked at his colleague with a frown. His heart was beating suddenly! They had all heard inside Dayo Central of a place called The Haven. Okakuo had heard it in whispers, that some of the people loyal to King Demi were hiding at a place called The Haven, a place no one knew, but believed to be somewhere inside Aradise.
He knew Temitayo Anubi and Stephen Skandy had sent secret missions to Aradise over the past to try and unearth the location of this secret place but to no avail. The conclusion was that it was a fictitious place, made up by somebody with a skewed mind.
But it had been rumoured that the old Army Commander, Prosper Freeman, was not dead but hiding inside this Haven!
And now this!
Okakuo had seen the horrifying White Kombas from the windows of his room, and had been chilled to the core by their brute and murderous disposition. And now an agreement brewed up in The Haven had put an end to the threat of these devilish entities?
If indeed, such a place existed, that would be his next mode of action. He would find it, and join Commander Freeman by any means possible!
He quickened his steps, and when he took a shortcut through an alley, a path he usually used to get to the lodge quickly, he found three bulky bodies standing at the head of the alley, blocking him. Okakuo stopped and looked behind him, and saw that three more huge men were coming up behind him.
It was a trap.
He had fallen prey to robbers on a couple of occasions, and he had been forced to defend himself. He knew the Aradise was a place for peace, and killing anybody would mean instant expulsion, or death if one refused to leave peacefully, and so he had always defended himself with his fists, instead of his sword.
The men coming toward him were not holding swords, just huge clubs. Okakuo Agbons dropped his sword and bag with a sigh and waited patiently, flexing his hands.
One of the men coming toward him suddenly began running, separating himself from the rest. Okakuo bunched up his fists and took a step forward to meet his attacker. The thieves he had fought on two occasions had just been bullies with not much expertise in unarmed combat, but this man who was facing him was not like that.
It took a split second for Okakuo to know that this was a man well-versed in fisticuffs.
He moved in a blur, slashing and kicking expertly. Okakuo blocked and parried the blows as fast as he could whilst slamming in blows of his own. The other man’s agility was superb as he moved like a shadow, avoiding Okakuo’s attacks with expert moves.
Okakuo feigned with a left and as the man moved left to avoid the blow, Okakuo caught him with a solid right to the face. The man grunted and also shot out his right leg, catching Okakuo heavily in the guts with his boot. Both of them grunted with pain. The man crashed to the ground, and Okakuo also fell heavily.
As he tried to get up he found the tips of swords from the other men pressed tightly against his throat. He relaxed, aware that he was defenseless against them.
The man he had fought with got up from the ground and wiped the blood from his bleeding nose. He looked down at Okakuo with a scowl. He was young, about Okakuo’s age or slightly older.
“You’ve been asking of Emmanuel Suncity the Butcher,” the young man said coldly. “Why?”
Okakuo looked up at him without fear.
“That is my business with him,” he said coldly.
“You have five seconds to answer me, or you will be run through with the swords and your body buried without anybody knowing, for you’re a stranger. Once again, why do you need to see Emmanuel Suncity.”
Okakuo glared at the young man, and then he spoke.
“I was sent to him.”
“And who sent you?” the young man asked.
“A mutual friend who lives in a rock,” Okakuo said.
The young man glared at him, and then he turned away.
“Kill him,” he commanded.
Okakuo tensed, expecting the swords to rip through him, but a new voice spoke suddenly from behind him, a voice that sounded old but firm and deep… a strong voice.
“Hold your swords,” the voice commanded softly. “Hold him up. Macrex Wills put your knife at his throat.”
Arms grabbed Okakuo and pulled him up, and the young man who had fought him drew a sharp knife and put the pointed tip against Okakuo’s throat menacingly. The old voice spoke behind Okakuo.
“Why did Jhon Moziz send you to me?”
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“He said I should come to see Emmanuel Suncity the Butcher and tell him I have been sent to wait for the Chosen One. That is all I was told.”
“And who are you?” the voice asked softly.
“Okakuo Agbons, son of the warrior Agbons, son of a dear woman murdered by a slimy piece of shit who goes by the name of Temitayo Anubi.”
There was a little silence as the man behind him listened to the pain in the Okakuo’s voice.
“He comes with us, Macrex,” Emmanuel Suncity said behind Okakuo. “Bring him, in darkness.”
Okakuo Agbons felt a heavy blow to the base of his head, and then he collapsed into unconsciousness. But the men held him before he fell, and they picked him up and carried him swiftly out of the alley.
***
It was past midnight.
The moon still shone brightly in the sky, casting a most glorious silver sheen over the Haven.
Temidayo David Dayo, Prosper Freeman, and Daniel Godwin walked across the bridge from the Royal Quarters. Many warriors were still sleeping on their beddings on the grass, still enjoying their first night out in the open.
When they reached Nneka Okez’s quarters Temi paused and looked rather uncomfortably at Prosper.
“I heard the kind widow suffered a little injury in the attack,” Prosper said loudly with a sigh. “Perhaps, the prince will find it expedient to check up on her before he retires to bed. We all bear witness to the fact that he is just checking up on her.”
Daniel Godwin began to giggle as he shook his head, and then he pounded Temidayo on the back.
“You’re the TOP, little brother,” he said, laughing deeply.
“TOP?” Temi asked with a scowl.
“Yep,” Daniel answered. “The Otu Prince!”
He and Prosper burst into great laughter, and Temi chuckled as he kicked out playfully at Daniel, amazed again by the complete change in this giant of a man who had been his bitterest enemy at one point in time.
“Just checking on her,” he whispered.
“Do that, my Lord,” Prosper Freeman said. “It is your prerogative. But, checking up on a wounded lady shouldn’t take more than an hour, you know. Laws of Dayo.”
Daniel giggled and wiped tears from his eyes.
“And remember, there are ears all around,” he said with a guffaw. “If we hear any noise unbefitting of a check-up, you know, noises like passion noises, we shall drag the prince to the Keepers for the necessary application of the law, which might involve expelling the sinning woman from our midst.”
Temidayo sighed greatly.
“Yeah, yeah, I know,” Prosper said softly with a huge smile. “Fuck our vexatious laws. Your hour starts now, my Lord. And be aware of what Danny said, Temi. That thing between your thighs was…created special. There are ears around.”
Temidayo turned and mounted the steps to Nneka Okez’s door and held the handle. It was not locked. He entered and closed it, and then he quickly crossed the hall to the bedroom.
It was cool from the air-breezer, and lighted with soft lights.
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She was standing beside the bed, wearing a short, silky, pink negligee that glorified her angelic curves and breath-taking beauty. His breath choked up in his throat. He had never seen such beauty.
He walked slowly toward her, and her lips opened, her breasts rising and falling faster as her breath came in bursts.
“How much time do we have?” she whispered softly, and he could see tears in her eyes.
“Less than an hour,” he said as he slipped his arms around her.
“Enough, and yet not enough,” she whispered as her sweet lips brushed tenderly against his. “Love me, my prince, make my body yours, for eternity.”
Gently, he took off her clothes, and she, in turn, undressed him.
He lifted her gently and put her on the bed.
He did not forget what Danny and Prosper had warned him against.
Temi kept his hand near her mouth, and he kept his face mostly in the pillow. Her screams of uncontrolled joy, brought about by the incredible joy she got, were muted partly by his hand across her lips, or his lips on hers; his groans of sheer passion were muted by her lips or the pillow.
It was as he had never experienced before, and it was as she had never experienced before. They gave, and held nothing back, fusing on a level that seemed almost spiritual, their happiness so peaked that it brought tears to their eyes…and he knew, as she filled his heart and soul, that he would never have another except her.
And that night, Prince Temidayo David Dayo of the Dayo Empire finally got the distinction between love, and lust, between faithfulness and infidelity, …he knew his heart would only beat to the sound of the tender woman whose limbs were all around him!
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