Nganga Debacle

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Summary

A very short story based on typical skirmishes and confrontations in precolonial African communities.

Genre
Action
Author
Chiro14
Status
Complete
Chapters
1
Rating
n/a
Age Rating
13+

Chapter 1

And it was foretold by the shaman from AmaUdo that a day will come, afflicting the length and breadth of Ịzọra with deaths from precision of arrow shots, decisiveness of spear launchers, and the smell of war enveloping the unyielding community, that have swore not to drift out to reason, for the sake of amending what was destroyed by her own children.


Ịzọra, 20 moons ago, during her war with the sleazy people of Enuka, plunged into a party from AmaUdo and with no alarming justification, massacred a procession of over 30 bodies in the heat of the moment. A great mishap that was of no measure justifiable, even as they claimed the accident as the best way out of blameworthy to the abominable killing.


The war with Enuka, was decisively won, and widely celebrated in Ịzọra, but the land of AmaUdo reeled in pain for her own precious blood spilled to appease no spirits, and no human need substituted in ritual, roared out 2 moons after the massacre. Her people not warlike, took no revenge, but employed diplomatic approach by visiting Ịzọra on two occasions in the two weeks after the war.


They demanded restitution and appeasement from Ịzọra, but the people claimed that they wouldn't have known that AmaUdo was observing a ritual procession the day Enuka warriors made use of the sacred forest between the three communities and which held spiritual importance to AmaUdo deity, so they acted out proactively lest Enuka inflict them from disguise.


The shaman from AmaUdo last visited Ịzọra on the 12th moon, and ever since there have been great silence, but are final warning echoed ever louder in the heart of AmaUdo. Ịzọra cared less of any repercussion for her deed, which she still see no fault in.


21 moons after the massacre, AmaUdo warriors training and preparing for what they termed "Nkpocha", had been practicing military manoeuvres, and Enuka people and what was left of it, fully knew about it, but concealed it, even after the defeated people made peace with Ịzọra moons after the devastating war.


The day fast approaching in AmaUdo, whereas in Ịzọra, merrymaking is the past time of the people, who feel themselves valiant and the superior community among the three. Little do they know that the spirit can intoxicate one who is drunk into self destruction.


Ịzọra people so much believed in their own potent mystical energy in the centre of their community which acts as a defence against intruders, and alarm bell, but AmaUdo had another plan. Nsị AmaUdo, a great diluting energy was burdened on the head of a virgin girl, who led a procession of fierce looking warriors in their ferocious march into Ịzọra.


"Run!" The war leader roared then rained arrow shots, and precise strikes of poisoned spears striking deep into the hearts of its targets, bringing to snap end the breath of life in the being of the unfortunate victims. The community ripped apart with deaths and destruction so horrifying that one wonders what would be left after the devastating carnage.


An interesting twist of sweet revenge unfolded, some Ịzọra people that made frantic effort to escape into Enuka, were hounded and killed with no hesitation from the people they had earlier dismantled in battle. And the "no where is safe for Ịzọra" echoed deep in the forest where some of her people had taken refuge to avert further destruction and potential extermination of her entire populace.


Ịzọra was badly destroyed, desecrated, and humbled, her ritual energy neutralised by Nsị AmaUdo, failed them, and Nkpocha Ịzọra took place and executed by AmaUdo warriors in vengeful strikes of fury.


The shaman from AmaUdo few moons before the war declared an open war in which Ịzọra will run and not to be able to fight, and that war did took place. Back in AmaUdo, victory parade was deafening and contagious.


Ịzọra people recovered two moons after and came to terms with what the shaman proclaimed, but who truly is remorseful, is left for the spirits to decide.