Read this story for the Nircle African stories competition.
Enaku Emmanuel@emmanuelenaku694772
27 days ago
GATHERING IN VAIN
CHAPTER FOUR: Frantic and angry.
At the mention of Mbana, my blood began to boil. It was the most terrible thing anyone could do putting "taken" and "Mbana" in the same sentence.
I advanced towards Njoku who began to retreat.
"Li_ listen, they are taking her to another village. If we run now, we_we could catch u_p with them. They have loads and are moving slowly with some oil lamps". Njoku stuttered frightfully.
"Where?" I hissed venomously. I was totally out of control. They were taking the woman I love. Oh, Awuradze! I was going to murder someone.
"They are at Njaba at the moment. I met them at the junction close to the market square".
I blasted out of the compound leaving behind a cloud of dust and my stunned friend. As I ran, my body shook with fear and my arm with the knife shuddered with anger - intending to strike someone down!
"Oh, Awuradze! Oh! Awuradze Nyankopon!!" I cried in the Ghanaian tongue.
I met them after a twenty-minute run. My heart was heavy, almost bursting out of my chest and I was poisoned by oxygen deficiency.
The people stared at me in shock but I cared little about anyone else except my woman, my angel, Mon Alisa, Idara mi, Olowo Iyebiye mi, Gimbiya ... infact, any endearing name in any language on Earth.
Oh, Awuradze Nyankopon! I so loved her.
I panted as I moved towards her. The knife fell off my weary hands. She came towards me too. Her eyes were bright and big and her lashes were moist. I could feel the anger rising in the pit of my stomach, causing a bitter taste in my gut, choking me, squeezing me, and making me mad.
"Who did this to you, my sweet pumpkin fruit?!" I hissed softly, controlling the sizzling rage threatening to burst me open.
"Calm down, Odim n' obi", she said in Igbo, our dialect, and sobbed, placing her face on my chest. I ignored her and faced the other people.
"Who did this to her?" I screamed! "Tell me now! Tell me right now!"
"Calm down, Big Lion!" Njoku said behind me and I wheeled on him.
"My woman is hurt! My woman has tears in her eyes!" I spat at him. "Njoku, do not tell me to calm down. Someone had better start talking!"
Njoku raised his hands in surrender.
T.B.C.
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