Perhaps it’s is glaringly obvious that I’m a tad fascinated with the occult.This time I decided to focus on communities like the illuminati in an aboriginal perspective with a short story of an oracle. This takes place in the Urban tribe of Asaba in Nigeria.
Share your lovely thoughts, how do you think it should play out, Should my protagonist accept her fate or confront it?.
Cheers to the long weekend!
“Be keen on your decision” said the hag to Chioma, “there’s no turning back from this”.
Chioma’s mind was in pieces, she couldn’t stop wondering how she got into this predicament. She was hoping that the hag was only trolling her.
Ha! that’s it. In a few minutes a camera crew is going to burst through the tent and her, and this fake-ass oracle woman will have a jolly laugh
Eyes ever so intently fixed on the entrance.
“Chil—,” The hag snapped her fingers in an attempt to get the girl’s attention.
“Where’s the camera?,” Chioma was frustrated. “Is it in that deplorable head wrap of yours? I— I mean, what is your game here?”
“THIS IS NOT A GAME!,” the hag spat. ” I’m offering you a resolution.
“This is hardly a solution,” Chioma spoke in a fear-gripped tone, realising that there is all too real. “Taking one part of my life to replace another is not fair”
“The spirits are never fair, silly girl, You must accept your fate with dignity. Only one man has dared to challenge the oracle and lived to tell.”
As Chioma sat there deep in thoughts, she began to reminisce of what a beautiful life she was having until this moment. She started her week in such high spirits, Entertaining others have always been a dream of hers. She was determined to challenge pending adversary.
It was while she was on her way to her betrothed’s, that she saw the tent. She had shrugged it off and continued her trip when she stumbled across the witch who said to her;
“Do you believe I can make your heart desire come to pass?”
She had followed the hag back to the tent and attempted to pay her for a prediction.
The woman spat; “Your coins are worth nothing to the spirit. This is no prediction child. What you surely ask, the oracle will generously deliver…. but be forewarned for the price is heavy. Do you accept?”
“Ayeye ayayah keke nyin.
Ayeyeyeyah ndibe nzu kwa ti mutele.
Ndi ndo udo udi keke nyin kwa mutele.
Nzu mkpe amadu ndibe kwa ti mutele.”
The hag continued to recite the incantation and then proceeded to mark Chioma’s temple with a coal talisman.
“The spirit invite you to say your wish”
“I want to be the greatest performer of all time”.
The hag whistled for damn near 30 minutes.
“What you wish for is done, in return, your first child will the son of the oracle.”
Chioma argued, “I’ve given myself, isn’t it enough?”
“You are merely the down payment. Give up your first child, this is the deal the oracle is willing to make.”
“Then you may choose success or save your child”.
” Or what?” she frowned
“You will lose your life in a fortnight,” cautioned the witch.
Early the next morning, Chioma hung a satchel over her shoulder and set out.
Before midday, she was going to cross the first of many rivers.
The woman wasn’t clever telling her that the oracle had been defeated. She must convince this warrior to do it all again, or become a victim of circumstance.Whether she liked it or not, her purpose has been changed forever.