25th Installment of Obeah

In Akosua’s village Henry was helping clean up after the vicious storm that raged through the village the night before. Tall trees were broken in half, their roots still embedded in the ground. Some huts were flattened, and one of them was still smoldering form being hit by lightning. Animals wondered into the village form the jungle; they too seemed dazed by the destruction. Henry was surprised that the wind had not knocked down all the huts. Adofo walked up to Henry, he seemed angry; he looked around, a crazed look in his eyes. A girl about six years old ran past him, he grabbed the girls arm.

“Be careful,” he snapped, the girl walked away followed by three panting dogs.

“Quite a mess, huh?” Henry said Adofo looked around.

“This is more than a mess,” he said. Henry bent over and picked up a chair that sat on the ground next to him. It was a colonial style chair; it must have come from the wrecked ship. Adofo looked into the jungle an expression of concern on his face.

“I hope Akosua is safe.” Henry touched him on the shoulder,

“Wouldn’t the good spirits protect her?” He asked. Adofo did not respond it was as if he did not hear what Henry had said.

“I should go look for her.” He said.

“But the village needs you here.” Adofo shifted his feet in the dirt and spoke without looking up.

“Ampah can handle it,” he said and walked away. Henry ran after him.

“Am going with you,” he said, Adofo stopped and turned to him.

“You should stay here and help,” he said and turned to walk away. Henry caught up with him again and grabbed the course material of his shirt.

“Am not going to be much help here, but I can watch your back if nothing else.” Henry said. Adofo turned to him, hesitated for a second,

“OK, but make sure you don’t get in my way.’ He said then turned and walked towards his hut. Henry was afraid, but excited, he thought of the adventure he may have and was happy that Adofo allowed him to tag along.

Akosua, Kwao and the two warriors stood at the edge of the Bokors village and waived at them. The blond woman did not look back, she stood shaking. They walked into the jungle melting into the green lush leaves. Colourful birds flew overhead as if following them, the skies were grey but the sun peeped out from behind them. The wind was still, except for small warm gusts that occasionally shook the leaves. Drops of water hit the already saturated ground and their feet sank into the red volcanic mud. They maneuvered through fallen trees and branches, stepping over dead animals. Kwao led, his skinny but muscular arms tossed aside any debris in their way. He had taken off his shirt. His yellow coloured skin was covered with freckles. Akosua thought about Adofo and the village, she wanted to get there as soon as possible.

They fought through the jungle cutting a new path through the tangled bushes. In places, their feet got stuck in the sticky mud and sometimes they were ankle deep in mud holes and had to pull each other out. Kwao managed to guide them out of the mud and onto dryer ground.

They walked until they got to a field covered with white lilies, they stopped and surveyed where they were. The lilies shimmered for miles in the grey light. Suddenly the grey skies became blue, and the clouds turned white and fluffy. Birds of all kinds flew over the lilies. Yellow and black wasps flew around them as if curious as to why they were there. Butterflies floated over the field and landed on the lilies. Akosua stepped in front of Kwao. They had come this way, but this field was covered with green grass. She scanned the area suspiciously then turned to her companions.

“We can go through the middle of it, or we can go around it,” she said. Kwao sighed.

“I say we go through it but be on alert for any attack.” He said waving the machete about his head. Before Akosua could respond Kwao walked into the field. Akosua was reluctant, but she followed, she wanted to get back to the village.

When they got to the middle of the field they were greeted by a hot breeze that swept across the field shaking the Lilies a little. Akosua stopped and looked around. The blond woman bumped into her, her blue eyes popped out with fear, sweat rolled down her tanned face. The two warriors bumped into the women.

“Did you see something?” One of them asked. The women’s breathing was heard over the sudden silence. The sound of wings flapping echoed, but there were no birds in sight. A grey cloud floated menacingly towards the sun, crows squawked and buzzards hovered. Kwao realized that they had stopped so he turned around and walked back to them.

“What is the problem?” he asked, Akosua raised her arm and he stopped and looked around. A quiet laughter echoed through the field. A whimper escaped the blond woman’s mouth, she was visible shaking, her eyes red from being in the heat.

“Congo Savanne,” Akosua said. The warriors lifted their spears and formed a protective triangle around Akosua and the blond woman. The dark cloud had almost covered the sun, small beams of sunlight escaped through. They shined down on the field like rods of gold. Muffled footsteps raced across the field, and the lilies began to flatten in a circle around them. Kwao and the warriors looked around, their spears held above their heads. The clouds slowly covered the sun causing the sunbeams to disappear one by one. It was dark and silent until buzzards flew overhead, their bodies’ dark against the grey sky. Wolves howled in the distance, they sounded almost human. Suddenly a powerful gust of wind hit them and they were knocked to the ground. The blond woman screamed as Kwao and the warriors struggled to get to their feet. When they did, they saw the blond woman being dragged away by a man wearing white.

“Just like I thought, Congo Savanne, he must be hungry. We need to save her,” Akosua said, Kwao turned to her defiantly,

“Why should I risk my life for this Kindoki?” He asked, Akosua did not respond, she reached out and took the machete from the belt on his waist and ran after Congo Savanne. The other two warriors ran after her, their spears at the ready. Kwao hesitated but followed.

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