General Fiction posted January 11, 2017

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The help I rendered was my undoing.

Satelite Priest (1865)

by Lloyd T. Okoko

It was Sunday 16th. April, 1865. The atmosphere in the Taebidaba shrine was calm except for the fact that Boudiowei, an indigene of Ogoromani was undergoing transmigration of blood.

I saw the spiritfold of the shrine take out a little bit of his blood and had it simultaneously replaced with the blood-type of the spiritfold.

This exchange of blood-type had gone on for nearly three days; and he was almost filled up to the brim.

As soon as he was filled to the brim, he started shaking and jerking forward and backward. It did not end there. He started prophesying and even healed the sick before collapsing in front of the altar.

The process marked the begining of his initiation into the Taebidaba shrine. And it would only be concluded after another three days of emptying the blood of the spiritfold which he had acquired and the safe return of his human-blood into his body.

I watched him being emptied of the blood of the spiritfold and simultaneously getting his circulatory system with his own human blood which the spiritfold had earlier removed and kept safe for him. Just like the emtying process, it took him another three days to be refilled with his own blood.

With the six days of emptying and refilling over, I saw Boudiowei rise gradually from where he had fallen on the third day of emptying. He looked around him and could now recognise people.

Saradai, the Chief Priest of Taebidaba coaxed him on his right shoulder with his multi-coloured fan and said, "Its all over now. You are now a Satelite Priest of Taebidaba."

"I pledge my loyalty, Venerable one," Boudiowei replied.

Without mincing words Saradai stood up from where he was seated and walked over to where the Akparamabasi of my lineage lay stuck to the ground close to the wall of the altar. To my greatest suprise, all my spiritual relatives hurriedly jumped out of our Akparamabasi into other ones. I was the only one left behind. I clung unto our Akparamabasi until Saradai picked it up and handed it over to Boudiowei.

Boudiowei walked out with the Akparamabasi with me in a cubicle of it. I could have left just like my relations, but I stayed on because I wanted to be of immence help to Boudiowei.

I arrived Boudiowei's home in the dry season and ensured that they excelled in fishing and snail hunting. Overnight his household became the wealthiest in Ogoromani and Gbarain clan as a whole.

We were getting on with him as man and me as an invisible support spirit until the rise of the flood season. It was my moment to help him in his canoe carving, but it turned out to be the source of my disgrace.

I am invisible and could only use the body of a gnome to help him carve. And when I thought the forest would soon be filled with carvers, fishermen and firewood mongers, I changed from being a gnome to my original invisible-self and hid on top a tree to see how Boudiowei would react to the good work I did for him.

Several passers-by came in high praise of what I did for him and so I did not expect less from Boudiowei. But guess what I saw. He just carried his axe and went back home fuming and refusing to eat. His wife, Mgboto was equally suprised at his evil response to good.

"Our forefathers rewarded good for good. They never returned evil for good!" Mgoto shouted at him.

"Maybe I shall be the first to change that way of doing things."Boudiowei replied.

"Give me a good reason for the reversal."

"I never asked any man or creature to help me with carving my canoe."

"Help comes from God. He alone decides whom he could help."

"I don't need that kind of help!"

"You were the one who said the creature did a good job out of what you had already started."

"I didn't say we were competing!"

"Even if you were, there was no way he could have taken your canoe from you. It still remains yours whether a creature carved it for you or not."

"What would you have me do then?"

"Suspend going to the forest before dawn to catch the creature red handed tomorrow. Give it sometime to do its work; so long as it is not doing a bad job."

Boudiowei nodded in affirmation to his wife's request and went to bed. I thought it was all amicably resolved and went as early as possible to continue with my carving.

Perfect job! I said to myself and was about changing to my invisible state to observe his reaction on arrival when I was grabbed around my waist.

"Now, haven't I caught you!" Boudiowei growled.

"Please, let me go," I pleaded.

"Let you go?" He laughed and continued, " I won't let you go until I take you home to show my people."

"Please let me go," I pleaded, " I would give you twice as much wealth as you have already if you let me go."

"Keep your wealth to yourself," he shouted and rushed back home with me firmly held over his left shoulder.

True to his words, he took me home; and the people came jeering at me in a way that really hurts; most especially with the background knowledge that I was only trying to help.

"You may go now," Boudiowei shouted at me.

"You shall all pay for this," I cried allowed.

Picking up an earthen-pot, I put it ontop my head and cried all through the lenght of town before having it smashed at the centre of the town. I heard cries all over the town.People were dying. I wasn't suprised. They would all be dead in no time. And if I were to save anyone of them, it would only be Mgboto, Boudiowei's wife.

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Akparamabasi is staff of office made of iron with several gongs and rattles serving as cubicle for spirits.
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