Written By : Remi The Writer
This village was sãcred, but villagers lived in harmony, careful not to upset the gods—a collection of golden skülls housed in the priest's abode.
Mmuo, the village priest, was revered for his unique communication with the golden deities.
The whole villagers will gather around mmuo's house seeking help from him ranging from sïckness, spîrîtual pr0blëms and disæses.
For only Mmuo could truly understand the golden skülls that adorned his huts.
The king himself had acknowledged Mmuo as his equal, and the villagers respected this,
His beautiful wife and daughter were the envy of many, stirring whispers of jealousy among the village women.
One faithful evening, as twilight painted the sky, Mmuo was returning from the palace.
Along the roadside, he spotted five young men, their car stalled motionless and their faces etched with früstratiôn.
They were strangers, their mode of dressing and slangs were foreign to the simple ways of Obache,
Horses was obache village mode of transportation, but whenever they find a visitor with a car they will be curious wondering where the visitor was coming from.
Mmuo watched them, a curious thought took root in his mind
"My daughter is an epitome of beauty, much like her mother," he mused.
"Why should she settle for a local suitor in this village while the looks of the young men am seeing is enough to be suitors for my daughter?".
As he approached them, he greeted
"Good evening, my sons."
Startled, they responded in unison, with their voices trembling,
"Go...od evening..."
"Spies in obache village? where do you hail from?" Mmuo inquired sharply.
"Greetings... We are not spies, but travelers. Our car has faltered, and we seek a mechanic to continue our journey to lagos."
One of the young men named benedict replied.
At the mention of Lagos, Mmuo's smile sent shivers down their spines.
"Is it hungry?," mmuo retorted transiting his gaze to their car.
"Hungry? how?". Benedict replied.
"Your horse? maybe it's tired have you tried giving it food?".
What mmuo said made the young men burst into a bout of laugher, wondering if the p00r priest was ìnsãnë.
"Huh (laughing) this is a car not a horse, it doesn't eat,".
"I see". mmuo muttered, felling a twinge of embarrassment,
As he walked away, he overheard their worries about shelter for the night.
Mmuo despite being a village priest felt pity for the lads, for he knew they were not of his village.
Turning back, he invited them to stay at his home. They hesitated, wary of the chalk covered stranger with the appearance of a wïzård.
He insisted telling them the nightly rïtuals held at their parking spot.
Out of fear the young men accepted his offer because they couldn't afford to dìë.
Upon arriving at the priests house, their jaw dropped by the shimmering golden skülls on top of the huts.
Mmuo introduced his guests to his family, urging them to extend their hospitality. His wife, Ugo, inquired about their journey, but Mmuo silenced her, insisting they respect their visitors' privacy.
Soon dinner was served by ugo, but the travelers refused the unfamiliar meal.
Mmuo reassured them his wife was a nice cook, yet they declined, claiming they had eaten earlier.
As midnight approached, Mmuo led them to a spare hut, adorned with mesmerizing golden skūlls.
As soon as mmuo was out of sight benedict begin to plot schemes of stëaling some of the crëëpy priceless artifacts.
"It's a bad idea," Micheal interjected,
"Let's be grateful for his hospitality instead of stëaling one of his possessions."
"Hospitality under my fëët," benedict fired back, with ånger evident in his voice.
"Do you know how much those golden skülls will fetch in Lagos?".
The others nodded in agreement, but Micheal hesitated. His gaze lingered on the skūlls.
Their h0l0w eyes seems to watch them. He couldn't bring himself to take one.
"I won't be part of this," Micheal interjected, stepping aside.
His friends ignored his warnings, each concealing the golden skūlls inside their bags, pressed tightly against their chësts.
As dawn approached, the five friends fled to where they had parked their cars.
Their laughter echoed blissfully at their new fortune, unaware of the fate that awaited them.
TO BE CONTINUED......
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