Bella remained naked on the bed with her legs still spread apart. She watched as the love of her life stood up from the bed and walked straight to the door where his towel was hanging.
Banjo was a large man with very muscular body just the way she liked them. Not only was he thick, tall and muscular, he was the only man that had ever given her real sexual satisfaction. He gives it to her just the way she liked it.
He was a pure symbol of ruggedity; everything about his physical outlook said it all. His whole body was tattooed with crazy religious symbols but the best image on his body that she liked was the image on his back. It was the only image that had nothing to do with religion. It was a perfect drawing of her naked self spreading her legs apart just the way she was lying on the bed at the moment. The tattoo has been on his back for the past two months and somehow it was making her fall deeper and deeper in love with him. At the moment, she was sure that the love she would have for him tomorrow would be far greater than how she felt today.
She had tried to use sex to calm him down and take his mind off the so called seer for a moment but watching him clean up his sweaty muscular body revealed that he was still perturbed.
“We can’t just let him remain in the hospital all alone, we can send in someone to be there with him until he eventually wakes up.” She advised.
Banjo was thoughtful; the situation was very dicey. He never intended for things to go this way. All he needed was just a little time to carry the seer along with him after the operation this morning. The police just took time out of his hands. But he sure wasn’t going to back off, not after coming this far. “We have to be careful not to mess things up. The last thing we need right now is for the cops or doctors to know what this is all about. We will send Dimka to go over there and scout this evening.” Banjo could only remain optimistic. He still had hope just as long as the seer didn’t say any word to the wrong person. He must act fast and find a way to make sure he got first hand information of whatever the taxi driver says when he wakes up.
Bella knew that her man would never be relaxed until this mess was cleared up.
Bella had met Banjo a year ago just when she thought her life was about to come to an end. She was just twenty two and was hawking her body for money. She had lost her father when she was 19 and was raped by three guys 6months later.
She had always been a smart tomboyish girl and was at the verge of being a lesbian before the rape. She liked it and was very angry with herself for liking it. It had made her think she was insane, how could she have enjoyed something so abhorred. Not that she was a virgin before it happened but the sex she had had prior to the rape had made her think sex with men was overrated and so she was thinking of trying it out with women. But the ruthless way those three strangers had handled her had made her rethink her idea of pleasure. Then she learnt that she was a masochist, not that she knew the word but she knew the act. Sadism came along with it and all these somehow gave her sexual pleasure. The death of her dad gave her the opportunity to enter the street full time. He had been the only obstacle she had had and so after his death her mother wasn’t strong enough to take his place.
So she left her poverty stricken home and entered the world in the bid to find a better life guided by her need for a special kind of pleasure.
As a hawker, she was always fond of provoking her men by saying rude things to them or even hitting them. Unfortunately most men avoided her instead; they were scared of her. Nothing was satisfactory.
Then she turned to drugs but it wasn’t working either, in fact drug was distracting her instead. Her body already had a full dose of adrenaline; all she needed was action and not drug. She needed an avenue to express her masochism and sadism. She was sick in the brain and suicide sounded like fun.
Then Banjo came along. At the site of the beast like man, she instantly knew that he was the angel that would rescue her life and she was right. He was her dark angel, but this time around, the dark angel was her saviour
“Why don’t we storm into the hospital and take his body? We can’t sit here and do nothing,” she suggested.
Banjo shook his head in disagreement, “Not yet babe. We must exhaust every possible option first and if there is no way we can get him, then we will strike.”
“We don’t know when he will wake up; we don’t know who he will be talking to… why don’t you send me too as well as Dimka? We must get every information we can before we decide on the next move. There must be no mistakes remember.”
Banjo smiled and looked at the naked beauty on the bed. He liked her slim strong body; who would have thought the she was comparable to a tiger? Making love to her always sounded like making love to a virgin. She would scream like the act was hurting her yet she would beg him not to stop. Making love to her was like fighting with a wrestler; a slim, small breasted and beautiful wrestler.
She was right, they must get all the information they could in order to come up with a perfect plan.
“Alright, you will be going to the hospital tomorrow, I don’t know what you intend to do but you have to come back with a tangible information.”
“Of course I will,” she was still lying, legs spread apart. “Care to wrestle me one more time?”
Monday 17 July, 1860
Obinna Nduka came out of his hut that was made of clay and grass; the dim nature of the rising early morning sun and the singing bird type indicated to him that today would be sunny. He looked around his environment with delight and allowed the morning fresh air to travel through his nostrils.
He would make out time to clean his surrounding so that there would be a bigger living space for his family, he thought, and stretched his neck to see if he could see other households nearby but it seemed he had no neighbor yet. At the rate things were going in Oboagha, Nduka knew that soon the bush distance between neighbors would close up.
They had arrived yesterday and were lucky to have been accepted by King Agudi and now they were automatically citizens of Oboagha which was the most secured place to live at the moment.
He couldn’t help but thank his ancestors for delivering them from the hands of ruthless bandits who had attacked his clan and killed his people. He had spent a better part of the night praying that the souls of his relations and kinsmen that were killed be accepted by the gods. He also hoped that some day, he would see some of his kinsmen who escaped and went different directions.
The bandits were making the world outside Oboagha a living hell for weaker comminutes; the stronger barbaric clans were busy devouring the weaker ones.
Nduka’s clan was a weak one and so they had been devoured. Now they were people without any root. He had never imagined that such a thing could happen to his clan. Stories of such happenings have always been told to him since he was a kid; his grandfather had told him how they had fought off strange warriors and retained their land in the past, but today he had seen his kinsmen got slaughtered like goats and their women raped. He was lucky to be among the hand full that escaped. All thanks to his seventeen years old daughter, Amarachi, who had struggled along with him in other to ensure that the family was safe.
He brought out his arrow and knife and began to sharpen them on a big stone on the floor.
Nduka looked back only to behold his beautiful and energetic daughter. She had the beauty of her mother but inherited the strength of her father. Nduka could only wish that his sons, who were much younger, could be as strong as she was. “Amara, you are already awake,” he watched as she gently approached him while she scratched her eyes.
Seventeen years old Amarachi had refused to cover her already developed breast with the calabash cups that were littered everywhere in the bush. She would quickly take them off once her mother was away, complaining that they were uncomfortable. She would rather go bare chest like her dad even though she didn’t like it when boys try to touch and play with it back then in their community.
Nduka thought it was high time she started preparing herself for marriage and so it was necessary for her to start behaving like a woman in order to attract the right male especially now that they were citizens of Oboagha. “I want to prepare for hunting. I am hoping to get the best animals in the bush for the king and also for my family,”
“Yes, the sun is up today, I am sure most of the animals will be out to gather much food before the rain starts.” She sat on the floor, very close to her dad, “But I will come with you.”
“I don’t think you should.” He adjusted himself to face her properly, “This is a new community and I believe people will find it strange to see a girl hunting in the bush. Now, I want you to locate the stream around here and go do some woman duties, hopefully a handsome man will soon see you and marry you.”
Amarachi was not even listening, she had already stood up to prepare, “You know you cannot stop me from going with you papa, so save your words for another day.”
Nduka just smiled, he knew she would definitely come with him. Amarachi was his favorite child and he was weak at stopping her from doing her heart desire.
He stood up to tell his wife, who was still sleeping in the hut, that he was leaving. He had spent yesterday building the hurt with his kids and was glad they could come up with something big enough to contain them.
His wife made some inaudible sound from the dark hut and Nduka understood it to mean that she had acknowledged his request to leave for the bush at the moment. So without much ado, father and daughter left for the bush to hunt.
While they hunted, Amarachi looked like a goddess of war with her athletic thighs dividing the bushes and her bare foot stumping the grassy floor as she ran for the kill with her dad. Her strong full breasts heaved up and down as she fought to regain strength in order to be at the same pace with her dad.
Before the sun was up in the sky, they had captured two matured grass cutters and one young male wolf. They decided to take a rest before retiring for the day.
“You have to mark this area of the bush, I saw some tracks that indicated abundant game and it is obvious that few people hunt around here.” Nduka said. It felt like he was in the bush with a son.
“I noticed that too papa, I have taken note of all the areas already.”
“We will take the two grasscutters to the benevolent king was has accepted us into his kingdom. We will go there directly from here before going home.”
“Yes papa.” Amarachi replied and made to stand up; suddenly there was a sound of shuffling grasses behind her father.
Both father and daughter looked towards the directing, as they instinctively grabbed their weapons and stood side by side each other.
“Who is there?” Nduka asked, trying not to give away the fear he felt. He could only hope it wasn’t the barbarians who had devoured his home. After what he saw a few days ago, he now lived in fear of the barbarians.
A young man of about 26year gently pushed the tall grasses aside and made himself clearly visible.
He was looking different with strange feathers on his long hair and there were chalk marks all over his body, “Do not be afraid,” his voice sounded like one who was used to giving orders that must be obeyed. “I am the seer of Ntaa community; we are a small clan that lives behind the dreaded sacred forest over there.”
Nduka and his daughter didn’t know anything about a dreaded sacred bush, “What do you want from us?” the brave hunter asked.
“It’s about your daughter. I sensed a strange spiritual vibration from afar and decided to come and see who it was that was arousing my sixth sense” the strange young man said.
“What do you want with my daughter? What spiritual vibration are you talking about?” the father probed.
“Just relax sir, I don’t mean you any harm. I am just a seer and I sometimes sense things about people. I can tell your future, your past or tell people about themselves or personalities as it relates to the spiritual. Right now what I see about your daughter is not clear. I can’t say if it is good or bad, but I will advice you leave Oboagha as soon as possible.”
Nduka almost started laughing, “You can’t be serious. We just escaped death a few days ago and the gods were kind to us by helping us get refuge in Oboagha, one of the strongest communities around here. My family was accepted by the good king and now we have shelter and fresh hunting ground and the best thing you can come up with, as a seer, is that we should leave this peaceful place as soon as possible?” the man must actually be crazy, he thought. “So where do you suggest we go dear seer?”
“You can go anywhere else but not here.”
Nduka scoffed, “Is that the best you can come up with? Anywhere but here. And you want me to just go take my family and go anywhere.” He looked at his daughter, “Let’s get away from this man. Get the animal quickly.” To the seer, “you better stay away from me and my daughter.” It was a stern warning.
Father and daughter packed up their things and began to leave.
As the distance between them increased, the seer’s voice was heard, “Your daughter is special, and she has a difficult future! Young girl! Meet me up in three days and I will tell things you need to know. I will be waiting for you right here in three days time!”
“Do not pay any attention to him.” Nduka said to Amarachi as he saw her look back once again. “Let’s keep on going.”
Once they were out of the strange man’s sight, Nduka quickly dismissed thoughts of their encounter with the seer out of his mind. But it continued to bug the young girl.
Soon they found themselves on the way to the king’s palace. It was a large compound with beautifully designed clay/raffia huts. The king had three wives and each of the wives lived in separate huts.
King Agudi was one of the strongest warriors that ever lived. It was believed that he could fight and kill twenty warriors all alone. No barbarian dared attack his kingdom because he wasn’t just a strong man; he had the best warriors alive around him.
The good news was that the king was a very kind and wise man. He believed that there was strength in number and so made his community a haven for refugees. He would take them in after they swear an oath to be loyal to him. And so young men from all over the place, who felt they owed him a favour, joined his ever growing army thereby making Oboagha a much stronger nation.
Nduka and his daughter quickly bowed down to the floor in respect to the great man as soon as they were ushered into the palace.
The king was sitting on his throne with his first son, Prince Andaka, by his side. There were four guards beside them and an extra four at the door.
“May you live long, great king of Oboagha. May the spirit of your fathers continue to guide and strengthen you.” Nduka loudly prayed.
“You are welcome.” King Agudi replied with a warm smile on his face. He knew that they were among the families that were accepted yesterday into his kingdom.
Nduka and his daughter stood up and he beckoned unto her to present the gift to the king.
The king and his son continued to stare at them with curiosity. Prince Andaka was more focused on Amarachi.
With the two grasscutters in her hand, Amarachi walked up to the king and knelt before him, “I and my father haunted these animals down from the bush this morning. And we thought it wise to present them to you as a sign of appreciation for your kindness towards us. Please accept this token from us great king.”
King Agudi smiled and beckoned on one of his guards to take the dead animals from her. To her father, “Thank you very much. May I know your name and what you do?”
“I am Obinna Nduka and I am a hunter.” The hunter confidently answered.
“Very good. I don’t think we have very good hunters in Oboagha, I will like you to train anyone interested so that Oboagha citizens can also begin to enjoy abundant meat from the bush.” The king requested.
“I will be honoured to do as you please great one.” Now he understood why the surrounding bushes were in abundance of game.
23yra old Prince Andaka couldn’t take his eyes off Amarachi. She was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. She was a thickset young girl with a very strong appearance. Her long hair was brushed downward allowing it to flow down to her shoulders stopping right at the base of her full firm breasts. The two were pointing directly at him, never in his life had he seen such firm breasts. Even that of younger girls in Oboagha didn’t stand this solid, yet they struggle to cover it with calabash cups. This was a sight to behold as they led his eyes down to her flat tummy that balanced on an amazing feminine hip. The grass that covered her private part could barely go around her hips and as she turned to meet her father, she displayed a rigid butt and two strong thighs that were carried with confidence by two sturdy legs.
He fell in love and began to day dream about the girl just as she walked out of the palace with her father.
Prince Andaka could be said to be as strong as his father, some even thought he could be stronger. He was feared by all the warriors and citizens of Oboagha. This was because he didn’t in any way look as benevolent as his father. The fact was that he was the complete opposite of the king.
The brave warrior Prince was responsible for training the warriors and guards on how to fight. He was a master in wrestling and the use of weapons. He was well respected and it was believed that he would be greater than his father. But the people were worried because this soon to be king instigated fear rather than comfort.
Andaka on the other hand couldn’t wait to take his father’s place. To him, his father was becoming weaker by the day and this attribute would put the kingdom at the mercy of barbarian clans in the near future. Andaka believed that being fierce and strong has got nothing to do with being kind. To him, being kind and nice was a weakness on its own and a great king should never have such attributes. He was angry because he felt people were taking advantage of his father’s weakness and soon the throne would lose its respect.
He felt he needed to act fast before things got out of hand.
Talking to his father had not helped the situation and it seemed the king was bent on destroying Oboagha before he dies. Prince Andaka remembered the last conversation he had with his father just before he accepted the last refugees.
“Father, I would suggest that from now on, every refugee must work for the palace for a period of time before becoming a citizen. Further, they must realize they are second class citizens and should be treated as such; therefore those who have cattle should give them all to the king.
I am not happy with the freedom they enjoy at no cost. Soon they will want to enforce their strange beliefs on us. Have you thought of this father?” the prince had complained and suggested.
But to his amazement, the king had gotten mad at him, “I cannot believe that this is coming from my son. Have you failed to realize that we have become stronger over the years by accepting more people into our community? What has blinded you my son that you can’t see how we are becoming a greater community where the people are happy?”
The prince didn’t see it that way, “Everybody might seem happy today father, but you and I know that it will only be a matter of time before things get bad. All these bad people out there that are destroying weaker communities and taking their things were once good and happy. My worry, father, is that we are not doing anything about solving future problems that might arise when people get greedy and want more than you can give.”
“I am king Agudi, remember. I am afraid of no one. I can take down more than twenty men all by myself with my bare hands! I am your father, and I didn’t build this great kingdom on fear. My strength is more visible when I am able to make the people happy.” The king echoed.
“There is no doubt that you are a great man father, but are the people still seeing you like that?”
“What choice do they have?” the king asked with a confident smile on his face.
“I am afraid they might think you are weak on the long run father.” The prince tactically said.
This stopped the king for a while. He walked up to his son and looked into his eyes. “How dare you say that? Do you think I am weak because I am good to the people?”
“I know there are barbarians out there who will do anything to take over all the goodies this kingdom has acquired. I know everyday opens up with a possibility of this kingdom being attacked by these barbarians. I also know that there is also a possibility of the people who you accept in here for free on daily basis becoming internal danger for us all. We have the outsiders to worry about and we can’t afford to let our guards down with these strangers in here, they…”
“I am in control of everything! You don’t have to remind me of anything like I am retarded.” He stopped and looked intensely at his son once again, “Do you actually know who you are talking to? You think I should be afraid of these weak refugees that couldn’t even protect their land? You think I will appear stronger if I oppress the weak and instigate fear in them?”
“I believe you will soon appear weak if you don’t father.”
“Oh shut up!”
“I believe I speak the truth. You can’t be a nice and gentle and think the people will respect you at the same time. I afraid my strong father is getting weaker by the day…”
He was stopped by an unexpected slap from the king. “Listen to me, you might be my first son but you are not my only son and I decide who will be the next king of this kingdom that I built with my sweat. I didn’t raise a barbarian and I will not allow you to ruin everything I have labored for with such thinking. If you seriously want to be the next king of Oboagha, you seriously need to change your mind set about what ruler ship entails.”
Those last words of the king had sunk into Andaka’s heart like a heavy stone thrown into water. They had woke him up every morning and they were always his last thought before he sleeps. They hunted him in his dreams because he knew he could not afford not to be the king of Oboagha. Worst still, he could never change his mind set about his desired style of ruler ship.
He had no plan yet, but he knew something must be done.
Then he remembered the girl he had seen earlier today, the one that had come to the palace with her father.
The thought of the angel almost made him forget his dilemma.
Did she actually go hunting with her dad?
Wow! It would be fun having a wife who could actually hunt, a beautiful one at that.
“Who is there!” he called out.
One of the guards outside his hut came in, “My prince,” the young guard answered.
Prince Andaka was sitting on a carved palm stem in his room; it was a royal seat that was beautifully carved for the royal house. He looked up at the guard, “I want you to find out everything you can about that girl who had brought those grasscutters with her dad. I want to know where they live, where she baths, and where she hunts. Find out if there is a man in her life and I want to know what it will take to woo her.”
“I will do that right away my prince.” The guard replied and walked out of the room.
“She will definitely be mine.” Andaka whispered to himself with a determined grin on his face.
Banjo paced up and down in his living room. He couldn’t wait for Bella and Dimka to come back from the hospital with positive news that would enable them determine the next step. Off course he was sure that they would definitely succeed; Bella wasn’t the type that leaves a mission incomplete before retiring.
Somehow, Banjo knew that Prince was in the sitting room watching him. Why didn’t he want to speak with him? He thought. He looked around the room in the bid to check for signs of the invisible being, but he knew it was a wasted effort because Prince only appeared just when he wanted to, still the spiritualist continued to search in vain.
His house was a two bedroom flat that hardly saw any visitor other than Bella and Dimka. The entire house looked more like a scientific-traditional shrine.
The whole house was littered with expensive sculptures that were made of gold and rare woods. They were custom made sculptures that looked like nothing but alien images to observers. Banjo believed these images were the best he could describe spiritual beings, ones that he had seen in his dreams and during meditations.
The walls of the whole house were also covered with strange paintings of strange spiritual beings. The images looked more like wicked demons of the underworld. Some looked like unfriendly water spirits while others looked like beings from the pit of hell.
Right from when he was a teenager, Banjo had always been fascinated by spiritualism, mysticism, occultism, voodoo and abstract travel. All thanks to his early religious upbringing which had left him with nothing but the desire to communicate with spiritual beings. He didn’t relent in this quest.
So while he mates were busy talking about sex and girls, going to parties and watching movies, young Banjo buried himself into spirit finding activities. He read every material available on spiritualism and he visited almost everyone who claimed to have contact with spiritual beings.
Soon he found out that people knew very little about what they were talking about, but he also came to believe that these beings were real. Another great discovery was that evil being were far easier to communicate with than good ones, if there were any.
Spiritual beings, most of them, were bad and if you want to get to them you have to be bad, Banjo believed. Evil acts were one of the easiest ways for one to open up communication with majority of evil spirits available. And so Banjo justifiably involved himself in bullying, petty theft and molestation. He just had to ensure he wasn’t caught.
Banjo also believed that the physical body had to be in good condition before the spirits could make contact with the spiritual being it contained, so he fed well and exercised at his spare times.
Like every average man, Banjo also desired to be rich, famous and great. But, just as the musicians believe they would make it by diligently indulging in music activities or just as the Doctors believe they would make it by studying hard to be medical doctors, Banjo believed the path to a successful and great life was by understanding spiritualism.
As he became older his criminal activities graduated into organized crime, something he loved doing because he believed his guardian angel was with him; he also believed he was fulfilling his destiny.
Unfortunately, by the time he was already thirty he was yet to have any form of communication or contact with a spiritual being. Yet he wasn’t discouraged because he still believed that he would get there; in fact he was sure he was on the right path because of the kind of dreams and inspirations he got sometimes.
He knew his dreams were different from that of the average man’s. He also saw vision sometimes and could hear voices or manipulate people with his mind. He had the ability to sense danger and knew when to leave a crime scene. What he had, some people would say he was super human but he knew he was still on the journey to his destination.
Banjo had seen Bella’s image in his visions and dreams even before meeting her. He had known where to seek her and so when he found her he knew she was meant for him. That was why he had drawn her naked image on his back. He had also done rituals that would ensure their souls became one in the spirit. No wonder, they had been able to have telepathic communications on few occasions. He was still working on perfecting their sixth sense through spiritualism.
She was the best thing that had happened to him and he sometimes wondered if she was real. Bella would watch him molest a fellow girl to death and would feel aroused by the act. She even brought out the craziest part of him and sometimes made him feel he was not an ordinary being.
She was crazy and so was he.
And he believed that together, they would one day achieve what no human had ever achieved.
Banjo was on the right path to establishing a physical communication with spiritual being and he was sure that this would make him a supernatural being. What happened to him a few weeks ago confirmed this.
He had started noticing that the arrangements of his properties were out of place once he left his house and came back. Bella had observed this too. At first they thought that this was the handiwork of an intruder but after observing this phenomenon for a week, Banjo realized that something beyond the ordinary was visiting his home whenever he was away.
The excitement Banjo felt upon this realization made him abandon every immediate project and concentrated on finding out what was really happening. Then it downed on him that something spiritual was trying to communicate with him in a way very few humans had ever seen. So he began to research on the best way to create a medium of communication.
After much research and consultations which took him about ten days, Banjo knew what best to do.
He fed well for three days without going out, had continuous sex with Bella and molested adopted girls, exercised and meditated. On the third day, by mid day, he lit seven red candles in his sitting room and arranged them in a circle. Then he sat in the middle and began to speak to the being.
Like he believed, the being spoke with him.
“Can you please tell me who you are?” Banjo had politely and confidently demanded.
“I am Prince Andaka of Oboagha, I am very happy that we can talk. I believe we can help each other and we both have important roles to play towards achieving a great goal.” A strange voice echoed in Banjo’s ears. He didn’t run because he wasn’t afraid. This was what he had sought for all his life.
And that was how it all started; the mission to a greater goal which he had found himself involved in for the past three days.
Right now, he decided to stop pacing up and down the room and go and do some meditation. He had to patiently wait for Bella and Dimka to return from the hospital with positive information about the seer.
Everything just had to work out perfect so that he could achieve all that invisible Prince had promised him.
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