My Madam And I - S02 E12

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My Madam And I - S02 E12

Read Story: SEASON 2 EPISODE 12

As we were nudging closer to the table or bench, well, it looked like both with blood stain on it. Fear took over of me and I began struggling for my life hoping to break free and escape, but the men were way stronger.

Like a child, they hauled me on the table. Two others joined them; two on my legs and two on my hands. I watched as the beast of a human; fat with a protruded tummy, short fat hands that could not wrap his tummy, face covered with hairs. Raised the knife up with his eyes in the moon speaking something that sounded like incantations.

I had to think of something fast! I looked around desperately for a clue and I heard his thoughts.

Fat Cannibal: Lula Lula, cafa cafe , labonga! Estimo heptis latinga!

I immediately shouted with all my might “Lula Lula, cafa cafe , labonga! Estimo heptis latinga!”

The crowd went silent and turned to me. I was now breathing heavily, looking both sides hoping I haven’t infuriated them.

The fat man dropped the knife looking at me surprisingly.

Fat Cannibal: hiti tinda tuna yaba hada?

I turned to him and repeated what I heard him thinking. He moved away from me frightfully and the men holding my limps let go abruptly.

” katika lopotunga!” The fat man yelled pointing at me dreadfully.

Everyone turned me with curious stare. I sat up and turned to one of the guys that pinned me down earlier, listened to his thoughts and repeated. ” zixta luinop kaka oats!”

The guy gasped and moved away from me. I looked around the crowd and spotted a lady moving backwards dreadfully and repeated what she was thinking. ” jip, hiko lopox”.

Her eyes opened in surprise and she screamed. ” hita! Hita!”

The crowd immediately gathered around me looking curiously.

Then the chief; I presume he should be, the fat man in dirty trouser came through with the boys with him. He turned to the fat executioner who was still eyeing me dreadfully and asked something in ‘bush language’. The fat executioner explained with every ounce of energy in him.

The chief moved closer to me and I repeated what I heard him thinking: talo ziba hita jip Hilo

The chief was obviously thrilled. He held his chest in surprise and moved two steps backwards from me and said something faintly to one of the boys with him. The boy turned and ran off.

I stood looking at the eyes’ staring at me as though they just saw a ghost for the first time. I slowly started moving backwards and the people behind moving away from me. I thought this as an avenue for escape, but before I could finish thinking it, the chief shouted pointing at me. Two men with spears wielded that spears at me ominously but were careful not to come closer. I respected myself and moved forward.

Few minutes later of having these eyes boring holes on me, a shouted sounded from a distance like a chant. The ladies screamed and took their Kids away from the crowd.

A short, slim, stricken old man who could not stand erect save with the aid of a walking stick. His legs were as thin as two standing bones, his gray hairs had few strands remaining, and his teeth were all gone! Not one remaining. The only thing he had on were some charms around his tiny waist and something like a mirror covering his d--k with a sack bag hanging across his chest.

The boy walked patiently behind him until they stood in front of the chief.

The chief explained to the old man what happened pointing to me stylishly as he spoke. The old man who looked like a witch doctor nodded and took some glances at me behind him.

After the chief was done, the old man sluggishly walked up to me. I tried to listen to his thoughts but heard nothing. He was looking into my face as though to pick something off it. I was not comfortable with the stench oozing from him.

He grabbed my hand unexpectedly and opened my palm. I tried to moved my hand away but he was unbelievably strong, his hand was unmovable as I pulled. And as I clinched my hand, he bit my knuckles hard and i was forced to open it. He spat into my palm and licked off the spittle, then spat again and licked it off. He then looked at my palm circumspectly and traced one finger through the lines.

He dropped my hand nonchalantly without notice, turned to the chief and said something that made the chiefs face froze in shock. The old man repeated it nodding.

The chief immediately commanded two men speaking in their bush language. The men grabbed my arms and dragged me away. We walked some few yards before entering into one of the empty thatch houses, then dumped me there and stood at the door looking at me with their spears standing beside them. I sat wondering what the problem was.

Few minutes later,two naked young ladies with lovely bodies came in carrying little clay pots with them. They dropped the two pots in front of me and ran off.

I looked in the pot and saw watery soup with huge lumps of meats. My thought flashed back to the lady killed earlier, her face looking blank as the ladies cut her open, her screams… Immediately, the food that smelt like boiled meat with ginger now made me nausea. I moved away from the pot and turned my face from it fighting back the urge to vomit.

The men stood at the door post looking at me all night. I caught few sleeps and each time I woke up, they were still standing in same position.

The next morning, the guards took me to the chiefs palace, don’t know what else to call it if not palace.

The palace was made of bamboo sticks and leafs over the roof. Two long bamboos arranged on the left as chair where five naked men sat. In the front, the chief sat on a bamboo cut in 25cm by 25cm with leafs on top.

I was made to stand in front of the chief. He adjusted himself like trying to make me know he was in charge, then said something to the men seated and turned to the guards, commanded something that made them drag me in front of the first man on the row seated with other men.

I turned around confused. The chief called my attention and demonstrated by pointing his chest, his ears and then pointed to me and men. He repeated it twice before I discovered what he meant. I strained my ears and heard the first man. I repeated what I heard. Then listened to the rest four and repeated what I heard.

Two of the men knelt down after I was done begging. The chief said something to the guards and the men screamed in despair. One made to runaway, one of the guards threw his spear at him, the spear dug into his back and he fell on his side crawling out, crying miserably.

The chief stood up saying some gibberish to the man in pain, walked slowly towards him, drew out the spear, ignoring the man’s cry, then stabbed the man on his back severally until he was still.

The other man was still kneeling begging. The chief said something to the guards, they dragged him off as he screamed, yelling in tears.

I stood looking at the dead man on the floor. ” what have I said?”. I turned to the chief who was now chatting with the rest three like nothing happened.