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One midnight, I saw my mother burying a living chicken in our yard,
While on my way home from a friend's birthday celebration.
Initially, I attended a friend's birthday party and had a great time till I was sober. It was almost midnight.
Moment I knew I was sober, so I told Elvis, whose birthday we were celebrating, that I wanted to go home.
But he insisted that I stay at his house overnight before returning home the next day.
I assume he realized I'd been too intoxicated to get home without getting into trouble.
Second, I'm not the type of guy who drinks alcoholic beverage, so Elvis was startled to see me in such a condition.
"David, I didn't realize you had started drinking like this. You are no different from a fish, lol." He surprisingly bullied me while laughing.
"I'm not even sure... huh... I expect you to understand why I am drinking Elvis. You know what I've been going through recently," I told him, sounding intoxicated.
—Flashback—
Dear Reader, You may be asking why I was intoxicated, and I should tell you that it was because I was experiencing the most intense pain of my first heartbreak. The first girl in my life died a few months before this birthday night. She abandoned me in this lonely world, leaving me completely devastated.
Benita was my first love; she taught me what true love was.
She meant the world to me.
With her, I didn't need anything else in the world. And we both promised to never leave each other, for better or worse, even in death.
Unfortunately, her parents from their village came for her in the city one day, and she was already living with her aunty in the city when I met her and fell in love with her.
They came to take her back to their village since tradition required her to marry a guy from their village, preferably a member of their tribe.
I was very heartbroken.
Even Benita was fraustrated over the issue of her parents deciding her destiny.
She cried bitterly about it.
She couldn't change it because tradition dictated it.
They were supposed to transport her to the village the next morning. That night, we met under a mango tree and cried together, and I cried when she told me she would do everything to be with me forever.
"MY DEAR LOVE DAVID, I PROMISE WE WILL BE TOGETHER SOMEDAY NO MATTER WHAT MY PARENTS OR THE WORLD DO."
One week after Benita's departure, I learned that she was being forced to marry the suitor her parents had chosen for her, something she was unhappy with.
My life appeared to be in turmoil from that moment on.
After a few weeks, I received the most shocking and distressing news of my life: Benita committed suicide.
Certainly because her parents forced her into a marriage.
Her death was the first heartbreak I ever experienced. I almost committed suicide the day after she died.
By then, I was 18 years old. My nineteenth birthday was scheduled for the next two weeks.
—Flashback ends—
Elvis was trying to fetch some drinks for his birthday party guests.
Under the effects of alcohol, I swiftly exited the compound and began walking drunkly through the streets on my way home.
Despite being drunk, I was able to enter our community.
I think it was because I wasn't extremely drunk.
The whole community was calm.
As I neared our compound, I noticed someone making an incantation.
When I saw this, my drunkenness rapidly subsided to a certain point.
Surprisingly, the person was doing this just far from our house.
I dared not inquire who it was because I was terrified.
Who might that be? I asked myself.
Curiosity drove me to hide behind a building near where the entire event was taking place.
I was spying from where I was, trying to figure out who it was.
Both unbelievable and shocking, It was my mom.
I was very stunned and confused.
From the moonlight, I could see that she was dressed in a scarlet long gown that covered her two feet, and a calabash was sitting next to her.
She had just finished her incantation and was placing the living rooster in the pit she had dug.
It was obvious to me at this moment that she was executing some sort of weird or Demonic ritual.
When she finished what she was doing, I carefully observed her hurry back into the home.
Because my room is an outside room, I quickly went to bed without alerting anyone.
The next morning, I couldn't keep concealing what I'd seen, so I asked my mother.
My mother pretended she didn't understand what I was saying until I got upset and packed my belongings and informed her I was leaving; she then burst into tears and revealed everything to me.
What she told me shocked me...
To be continued....
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