Snippet No. One of The last Curse

It was a strange eerie sight and site with fetish scintillating huge clay pot, the size of a small house and measuring about sixteen feet in diameter and could accommodate ten persons comfortably. I have never seen a pot so big and slanting from the river side as if feeding the river with water but it was hollow empty, dark with the blackness of the night. This hollow rugged clay pot was later historically discovered to be dug out physically and possibly used by slave traders to house slaves. Strange beings with sonorous female like voices emanated from the pot, singing or rather chanting incoherent eerie sounds. This sound had awoken Ikem, alias Jerry Boy. A strange pot reeling out strange songs and adoring a strange site!

“By the river?” as Jerry Boy got more frightened.

“Where am I,” he contemplated.

Jerry boy remembered he slept in his cozy well-furnished condominium of beige colored outlook, the night before. How come he now woke up on a bamboo bed by the river bank amidst these strange objects and bizarre strange looking human beings?
The strangest thing was that the only sense he could decipher from the chanting of these beings was the mentioning of his native name, “Ikem, Ikem you are welcomed to your call. You must answer the call of destiny, the ultimate call,” as they reeled out of the sparkling huge pot and hopping round Ikem in an unusual dancing steps. These odd, hairy, half naked young women were smiling at Jerry Boy, bowing and never looked like a threat. Then after some chanting and theatrical displays, there emerged from the now smoking pot a beautiful blond hairy lady adorned with gold and jewels all over. The sparkles from her eyes, hair and crown shocked Jerry Boy as he robbed his palm across his eyes for clarity, expecting the worst. Inside, Jerry pleaded for God’s intervention to save him. Jerry rejected the welcome song of the marine ladies and as he tried to brave it to escape that river vicinity a huge magical fire was coming to consume him as if to drive him back to the slave pot. "You belong here - you belong with us. You were meant to be the chosen one," sounded the creepy voice of the leader of the marine ladies shattering the early morning quietness and tranquility thereby disturbing the ecosystem.

Jerry, a medical doctor and a technology savvy person thought he could offer his people help with his background. Just back from his sojourn in the United States of America to Lagos and was welcomed by magical marine forces - his life was torn between the God of heaven who called him, sending angels on assignment and the evil creatures who hold on to their grandfathers bill to enforce the blood covenant. When pleased these odd visitors will turn to beautiful ladies but when annoyed they assume weird similitude. The chosen one! Chosen both by God and the marine magus just to do their biddings - to liberate or enslave. It is like the war between good and evil, fire and water or light and darkness. But Jerry has chosen the God of Angels.

“I cannot come back to this land to die in a weird way. I thought it was all a dream but sadly it is happening again. Oh God it is happening again. They are coming back predictably in different shades and shapes, guises and disguises, from arithmetic to geometric ratios. With all my sincerity and innocence, they still singled me out, out of this whole lot to pay the penalty.”For More