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?
