Davina Diaries Fiction: Goddess Of The Sun (Adaora part 2) Ep 23

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“No…I must do something to stop this!” She shook her head.
“I don’t understand, to stop what?” Ifeoma searched the woman’s eyes.
Obiajulu turned away without answering. As she marched towards the hidden path to the shrine, she found it difficult to shake away the images of Chinedum making love to Adaora. She had always had her fears about that slave girl.
“Now I must take her life for good. I shall cast a spell on Chinedum. He is my husband. He will love me for the rest of my life.”

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“The great lion of Ezeudo!” A sharp voice cracked the wall of silence that had built up in the king’s palace. Ikemba had been lost in the spirit realm, but at the call of his name he returned to reality. He shifted uncomfortably as he realized that he had fallen asleep on the throne. He had lost time. He had been caught up in another world.
Slowly, his eyes adjusted to the brightness of the day. He searched the palace for the person that had sung his praise. It was then that he found the oracle of the gods standing at the entrance of the throne room. From the look of things, today was a good day for her. Instead of the normal reddish garments that she wore, the oracle wore a white dress. Her feet were adorned with red dye and her dreadlocks were decorated with snake shells.
“The oracle of the gods,” Ikemba acknowledged her presence.
While she had been worshipping at the shrine, the gods had revealed something quite mysterious to her. She had fallen into a trance. The gods had shown her an evil tree that sprouted at the frontage of Chinedum’s compound. It had many pods and its seed were eaten by the birds of the air and the ground.
“Something bothers me, my king.” She lowered herself to the ground and settled there.
“What is that?” Ikemba’s brows came together.
Slowly, she pulled out five cowries from the bag she carried and tossed it upon the ground. The cowries tumbled upon each other.
“I had a very disturbing revelation. How well do you trust your cousin?” She sighed. Her spirit had always welcomed Chinedum, the hunter. He was a good man. And he showed kindness to the people, little could be said about his wife.
Ikemba hadn’t told the oracle about his plans with Chinedum. No one knew about the mission. Could Chinedum change his mind and fight on Chiemelie’s side? No, he trusted his cousin with all his life.
“I trust him completely. Tell me, what did the gods reveal?” Ikemba leaned forward as if searching for the answers at the place where the cowries met each other.
The oracle didn’t know how to deliver the message because she knew how close the King was to his cousin. But she couldn’t keep it to herself. The gods had revealed it to her so she could tell the King all about it.
“I was taken to an evil tree which grew at the frontage of your cousin’s house. It had many pods and all kinds of birds ate from it. The gods made me understand that this tree if not cut down, shall corrupt the land. I don’t know what to make out of this dream…” She paused.
Ikemba raised a brow as he pondered on it. If the tree grew at Chinedum’s compound, it meant that something evil was going on there.
“What if it is not Chinedum himself that is evil? What if someone in his family is the carrier of the evil seed? We must not be too quick to assume. Maybe we should consult the gods more on this matter.” The King said.
The oracle agreed completely with him. He was tempted to tell her about the secret mission, but he decided to keep it to himself. He trusted Chinedum with everything, but if he turned out to be a betrayer, Ikemba knew that the gods would punish him by themselves.
“The great lion of Ezeudo!” A sharp voice cracked the wall of silence that had built up in the king’s palace. Ikemba had been lost in the spirit realm, but at the call of his name he returned to reality. He shifted uncomfortably as he realized that he had fallen asleep on the throne. He had lost time. He had been caught up in another world.
Slowly, his eyes adjusted to the brightness of the day. He searched the palace for the person that had sung his praise. It was then that he found the oracle of the gods standing at the entrance of the throne room. From the look of things, today was a good day for her. Instead of the normal reddish garments that she wore, the oracle wore a white dress. Her feet were adorned with red dye and her dreadlocks were decorated with snake shells.
“The oracle of the gods,” Ikemba acknowledged her presence.
While she had been worshipping at the shrine, the gods had revealed something quite mysterious to her. She had fallen into a trance. The gods had shown her an evil tree that sprouted at the frontage of Chinedum’s compound. It had many pods and its seed were eaten by the birds of the air and the ground.
“Something bothers me, my king.” She lowered herself to the ground and settled there.
“What is that?” Ikemba’s brows came together.
Slowly, she pulled out five cowries from the bag she carried and tossed it upon the ground. The cowries tumbled upon each other.
“I had a very disturbing revelation. How well do you trust your cousin?” She sighed. Her spirit had always welcomed Chinedum, the hunter. He was a good man. And he showed kindness to the people, little could be said about his wife.
Ikemba hadn’t told the oracle about his plans with Chinedum. No one knew about the mission. Could Chinedum change his mind and fight on Chiemelie’s side? No, he trusted his cousin with all his life.
“I trust him completely. Tell me, what did the gods reveal?” Ikemba leaned forward as if searching for the answers at the place where the cowries met each other.
The oracle didn’t know how to deliver the message because she knew how close the King was to his cousin. But she couldn’t keep it to herself. The gods had revealed it to her so she could tell the King all about it.
“I was taken to an evil tree which grew at the frontage of your cousin’s house. It had many pods and all kinds of birds ate from it. The gods made me understand that this tree if not cut down, shall corrupt the land. I don’t know what to make out of this dream…” She paused.
Ikemba raised a brow as he pondered on it. If the tree grew at Chinedum’s compound, it meant that something evil was going on there.
“What if it is not Chinedum himself that is evil? What if someone in his family is the carrier of the evil seed? We must not be too quick to assume. Maybe we should consult the gods more on this matter.” The King said.
The oracle agreed completely with him. He was tempted to tell her about the secret mission, but he decided to keep it to himself. He trusted Chinedum with everything, but if he turned out to be a betrayer, Ikemba knew that the gods would punish him by themselves.
While the King watched, the oracle gathered the cowries into her palms and began to stare at them. Her lips mumbled in a silent call and prayer to the gods. Soon, her eyes were closed so she could communicate effectively with the spirit world. Coincidentally, a gentle breeze began to blow. It increased as her mumbling increased. Even the King couldn’t resist the presence of the spirits.
“You are welcome!” He called to the wind.
The oracle’s palms vibrated as she prayed for a clear revelation. The gods rarely spoke to her in parables. She prayed for a revelation in clear language that she would understand easily. Just as she was about to give up on her prayer, a sharp pain cut through her heart and the cowries scattered from her palms. Her breathing was slowed, her heart raced.
Her spirit soured into the wind and her soul was taken by the gods for a clearer vision. The oracle floated in the air like the wind goddess. Her locks were no longer tied together, they dangled along with the wind. She was taken through a quiet path filled with stones and thistles. People had lived here before, but they migrated to other parts of Ezeudo when the land lost its fertility. The only trees that grew here were bush mango trees and tall grasses. The land had been declared cursed.
“Where are you taking me to?” The oracle wondered in spirit.
She floated past the abandoned land and went deeper into a vegetative land that lay next to it. She didn’t need a revelation to know that there was a water body around here. The trees that grew here were surrounded by green ferns and flowers. The scent of earth was very strong, as much as the scent of water. The oracle wondered why the gods were bringing her to the ancient river of Mmiriulo. It was the river of an abandoned goddess that had been worshipped long time ago. The people of Ezeudo had desecrated the shrine and turned to Amadioha and the gods of the higher realm. The ancient water goddess of Mmiriulo had been an impulsive and angry being. With the powers that Ala had bestowed upon her, she killed and made people to drown at will. When the casualties had become too much, the people had rejected the goddess and stopped visiting her river.
The oracle floated through the muddy paths until she arrived at the river bank. She noticed some canoes and small huts far away from the bank. She was a bit surprised because she hadn’t thought anyone still lived there. She ran her eyes over the stale looking river and the wild flowers that grew by its sides.
“She has returned!” An old woman’s voice ran from one of the huts. When the old woman stepped out of the hut, the oracle shrieked when she realized that it was Amumma, the oracle of the water goddess who had been banished long time ago.
She tied a white wrapper on her waist. Her breasts were left to the view of nature. She drew white circles on her forehead. She had a devious smile as she marched towards the bank of the river. Two young women accompanied her; each carrying a basketful of palm fruits and also tying white wrappers.
“You have returned to your place of birth, Obiajulu, daughter of Anwulika!”
The oracle swirled around to see the person that was being addressed.
“Please have mercy on me mother. I know I have sinned for not keeping to my promise but I need you now. I need you to stand by my side or I will lose everything…” The desperate woman sank her knees to the wet ground.

To be continued…

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