INNOCENT SEED STORY- ONE

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AND SHE DIED

It existed in the heart of the western Africa a gigantic country, Nigeria, in her life made it way to a measly society, “Ofiala,” situated at the eastern part of Nigeria. In this trifling society was a maniac traditionalist, “Okafor,” inhabited with his two children: Obele and Omasilichi. The chaps grew up loving each other despite their father’s bad altitude.

Ofiala village had many cultural potentials. They were among the set of people in Igbo land that will never disrespect the rules and cultural ethnics laid down by their progenitor. In honouring their hideous cultural believes were capable of scarifying a human being who goes contrary to the laws of the land. In addition to this; all their obsolescent barbaric practices were still duly observed.

Okafor had a lovely wife.. He loved Adammiri so much. She died immediately she put to birth to Omasilichi and following this grotesque. He hated the child and never paid attention to him. He believed Omasilichi was a wizard and should not be called his son. The pinnacle of his paternal responsibilities rested on Obele.

It all happened on a graceful moist evening when the sun had turned red and a wife of a prominent red cap chief in the village was in labour: Inside the hut she lay trying with all her strength to deliver of her child. Two women were helping her. The hut was dark and two local lamps were burning.

Meanwhile Okafor natively referred to as Mpa by young chaps were outside tensed up: “The gods of our land strengthen her.” He stammered.

“They will my friend,” affirmed echie Okagbo his good friend.

 

“I wonder why she had stayed this long in labour, yet no good news.” He complained exuding sweat.

“Be courageous and strong, hold your-mind, she will soon deliver.” Echie advised. 

She screamed loudly.

“Okagbo are you sure she will make it?”

“Remember who you are, be-strong and positive minded over this situation.”

“Okay! I heard you.” He replied and shook his head.

She screamed loudly again.

Omereda had a calabash of local medicine that contained medicinal leave. With the leave she deeps into the medicine and wiped her face now and then. They believed the medicine gives strength.

“Try harder. The baby will soon be out,” Adaowa said optimistically.

“Don’t give up, try harder, nneneoma” Omereda said encourage-ably and pattered her lightly on the shoulder.

Crying……………

She cried and screamed very loudly and with all her strength she delivered of a baby boy. “Hmm         Hmm Hmm,” she breathed. Her breath was quick and unsteady and she whispered: “Please tell Ncam to take good care of my children. The name of this child shall be called Omasilichi.” Adaowa the midwifery made a sharp move of surprise and was carrying the new born: “I don’t understand. I hope all is well,” she enquired astonished. She continued in weak and fainted voice: “Yes! Tell him to take proper care of my boys.”  And she gave up.

Louder cry from the women. Okafor and Okagbo rushed inside and beheld the painful tragedy which separated him from his heart.

Okafor folded his arms in deep sorrow gazing at the new born baby dismayed. Three obvious gullies ran parallel down his dark flattened face. His reddish eye sparkles fearfully which beautified the replicate of an African hero okammadu. They were sitting on a local bench. Okafor were at the extreme end, next beside him was his first son Obele and was about two years of age, followed by Adaowa who curdled the baby in a thick fabric. At the other extreme end sat echie Okagbo startled.

“Our people have it that Mkpuru onye kuru ka o ga aghota. Whatever a man sows that shall he also reap. What shall we do with this baby?” he asked to the surprise of the listening ears, pointing at the baby.

“So eze na emebe iwu na gburugburu ya. Only a king makes a standing decision in his domain. You decide. He is your son,” Okagbo replied wisely.

“Whose son? You called this little brat my son. You must be joking,” he retorted sonorously.

“What next do you intend to do?” he asked, bewildered.

“Throw him away into the evil forest as the custom demands. A stubborn fly follows the corpse into the grave,” he answered sharply.

“No! That is very wrong of you: the custom demands he grow up before facing the consequences of his crime. That was the binding principle. Have you forgotten how the son of Olante suffered grievously over this same crime and was finally banished into the evil forest?” he explained convincingly.

 “I am very upset; I just want it done now.”

“Nni before her death she said twice that you should take good care of her children.” Adaowa touched by Okafor’s bitter idea of the baby, recalled and delivered the message of the child’s mother.

“Tufia kwa! Not for this one you are carrying. He wickedly and stone-heartedly killed my lovely wife,” he refuted with an intense anger.

Adaowa breathed in and out. She hummed and continued, “She also said that his name should be called Omasirichi.”

“Enough! I don’t want to hear any of that nonsense. You can go ahead and name him anything. It is none of my business. Of what importance is it to me? After all, he is destined to perish in the evil forest. That is where he belongs,” he hollered and left.

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“Adaowa, we heard you. You have done well. Our gods will reward you, but you have to nurse this child for ten years before bringing him back to his father,” Ichie Okagbo appreciated wisely.

“It is accepted. I will do just that for my friend,” she answered, brightening up.

 

Ten years went past and the child grew in wisdom and was energetically well-structure. 

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