Cacophonous Melody Episode 18
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Bruce drove out of the compound, and hit the road to Porthacourt, happy that in spite of everything that happened, he was still able to get married to the woman he loves, and most importantly, got to the shrine before things went irredeemably wrong.
He drove in silence for the first few minutes, unable to speak, not really because he didn’t have what to say, but chiefly because he was preoccupied by a lot that he had on his mind.
The thoughts of what just happened inside his in-law’s house kept his mind away from the pains from his back, that was now tugging his heart.
“Bruce, are you àngry with me? You haven’t said a word to me since we left my father’s house” Tracy asked him, looking very worried.
“Of course not angel. How can I be angry with you and still be able to drive? Do you want my heart to start malfunctioning?” he asked her, touching her nose lovingly.
Tracy smiled shyly at his display of affection, and looked away.
A smile danced on Bruce’s lips as he noticed once again, how his touches affected his wife.
It made him feel so good, that for a long while, the heart wrenching pains on his back, that was now scaring him, became temporarily forgotten.
Bruce wondered why Ozonge didn’t come to Tracy’s father’s house, after he successfully took his wife away from his shrine.
“But babes, have you wondered why Ozonge didn’t come to your father’s compound?
“I know it’s funny, but do you think it’s possible that he dīed because his êvïl bird diëd?” Bruce asked Tracy, trying to be sure she wasn’t thinking that he killêd the wïtch doctor.
“And we’re supposed to lose sleep over that? That man deserves to dië, but not simply by getting struck down because his êvïl bird diëd.
“You need to have heard all that the cûrsed man told me, about things that he had been doing to innocent women
“Bragging about êvïl, as though they were plausible feats.
“And to think that even though his ancestors, his father’s father’s always had their ways with my maternal ancestors, but managed to remain disciplined and organized about it, this Ozonge had to be this uncouth, getting reckless and plain êvïl, and still had the temerity to threàten me!” Tracy said, her feelings showing in her face.
“It’s truly terrible that he carried on the hôrrible arrangement of getting someone’s wife to be, to their shrine to defile, but I think it is more painful that they were crafty enough to have instilled so much feàr in the hearts of people, that a lot of people now see them like gods.
“Do you know what it took me to be able to get to the shrine, because people were simply too afraid to approach the shrine?
“He did everything possible to get his crooked hands on you, even when from what you said, the guy could be your half brother for real” Bruce said.
“It’s not ‘could’. His father deflowered my mother and got her pregnant, just like his grandfather got my grandmother pregnant for my mother.
“This has been the evïl trend since my maternal ancestor connived with Ozonge the first, to carry out one of the greatest betrayals, against Uloma, the one, whose voice hasn’t allowed me rest since I became a teenager” Tracy said.
“And you know all these from where?” Bruce asked her.
“Ozonge told me. And though I know he was good in dishing out threats, I could surmise that he was telling the truth when he told the tale of what transpired between Uloma and Onyema.
“I believed the story of the great injustice they meted on Uloma and how she dīed because from the sad lyrics she always gave me, I could tell that she was always talking about her friend Onyema, and her innocent brother” Tracy said, her eyes beginning to glisten with tears.
“You know you don’t have to talk about it, if you don’t feel like it, don’t you?
“The last thing I want is to see you sad for any reason. Don’t talk about that cursed man, if you don’t want to, because I can’t comprehend what makes a man plot so craftily, get an erecti0n, and make plans to deflower his sister” Bruce said, his hands grabbing the steering wheel tightly, as he recalled the image of Ozonge trying to defile his wife.
“I’m fine my love. Really, I’m fine. Just feeling really sad that some people seem to enjoy certain things that should repulse them.
“He told me about the urge to sleep with me being a force that is beyond him, but when I asked him of what made him abuse all the women he bragged about making immobile with his charms, he simply didn’t have anything reasonable to say” Tracy replied.
“And what assurance do you have that those shîts he said are true?
“Didn’t they say that whoever visited the shrine before the gong was sounded, would suffer a terrible fate?
“Did I not get you out of his hands, and managed to make you my woman, right inside the shrine?
“Forget it Tracy, those things are nothing but hogwash.
“Why is the said Uloma not tormènting you again? We have been together for how long now, and I haven’t seen or heard her sing the supposed strange songs.
“Is she afraid of me?” Bruce asked, laughing at the thought of the things he was told when he tried to find his way to the shrine.
“Come on Bruce. I’ve told you before, there are some things that the evïl lineage of the Ozonges added to all this brouhaha for their selfîsh interests, but believe me when I tell you that the story about Uloma and Onyema must be very true.
“And about the voice that I haven’t been hearing, I believe that has to do with the spell Ozonge said he had to cast to ensure that she didn’t tròuble me for the number of days I was supposed to be in the shrine, to enable the supposed rituàl hold successfully.
“And to be honest with you, I still have that fear somewhere in my subconsciousness that, now that the days I was supposed to be in the shrine are over, that a lot may be up ahead, in the days to come” Tracy said.
“Oh come off it baby. There’s nothing going to happen. All that stuff that happened back then, could have been the wïtch doctor making you hallucinate, to mess with your head.
“There’s no voice anywhere, and there’s no Uloma sneaking around you, at least not now that you’re my wife” Bruce said
“I pray so my love. I pray that just like you said, now that the pattern didn’t continue, I mean, now that I don’t get deflowered by a blood related man, things will change.
“And I wish Ozonge can have his manhôod chopped off and fed to him, for all the atrocities he has committed against mankind, because of the evil powers he posses” Tracy said, not knowing that Ozonge was actually suffering a fate close to what she wished for him.
After Tafeko’s wife hit Ozonge to unconsciousness, Tafeko lifted his sword to chop off his head, but his wife screàmed in protest.
“Please my Lord. I know I may bo longer be worthy to stay any longer by your sides as your wife, now that this êvïl man has not only desecrated my body, but also desecrated the sacred shrine.
“But please, grant me just this wish. Do not kïll him while he feels nothing. It will be too much kindness to him, and I would dïe in pàins remembering that he was allowed to take the easy way out
“He is unconscious now, and will easily transition to the great beyond, without knowing what hit him, and how it hit him.
“Please have him tied to the tree where living sacrifices are made to the gods, and allow me have the opportunity to show him just how wrong he was to mess with the one chosen and preserved for you, by the gods” the embitterèd woman said, her eyes burning with tears that she forced back, as she spoke.
Tafeko nodded in agreement with his wife and let his sword come down, but not without hitting a part of Ozonge’s body.
He already knew that a regular machete or sword would do nothing to Ozonge, but because his sword wasn’t ordinary, he didn’t find it surprising that it gave Ozonge a deep cut on his right shoulder, nearly separating the hand from the joint.
Ozonge screàmed and flipped his eyes open in pains and shock, but he was unable to move.
His head was heavy, his right hand was now dangling, and his body was covered in his own blōõd.
He winced in pains, and shut his eyes in rēgrets as Tafeko began to pull him by his left hand, dragging him on the ground, out of the shrine.
Tafeko’s wife was kicking his groin area as he got dragged, making him appear like a common thièf that had just been caught.
Ozonge couldn’t understand why everything seemed to suddenly turn against him, but since he could see that he was close to losing everything, he decided to strike when Tafeko wasn’t expecting.
“Watch out!” Tafeko’s wife screàmed in trepidation as she saw Ozonge make a move she knew could get her husband deåd in an instant.
Tafeko turned around sharply, but it was too late, he was already falling towards the sword.
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