Written By : Remi The Writer
The old priest, stirred by the sound, rose to perform his sãcred morning rītuals to honor the golden skülls.
Then he suddenly remembers his foreign visitors,
Upon reaching the visitor's hut where he had housed the five mysterious guests, Mmuo's hëart sanked.
The young men had vanished like mist in the morning sun.
"Where could they have gone at this early hour?
Perhaps they went to feed their horse,"
He mused, leaving the visitors hut unaware of the deity they had stōlen.
Mmuo settled on a rickety bench, his gaze fixed at space, hoping for their return. But as time ticked by, it became clear they weren't coming back.
Mrs. Ugo, having just awakened, noticed her husband's solitary figure outside
"Good morning," she called out, "Have our visitors left so soon?"
"I'm as puzzled as you are," Mmuo replied, his voice tinged with concern.
"At least they should have let me know they were leaving,
They seemed like such responsible lads, suitable as a suitor to Nkechi."
Their conversation was abruptly cut short as dårkness enveloped Obache village, snuffing out the morning light.
Nkechi, roused from her slumber, joined her parents in their bewilderment.
"Why has the day turned to night?" she cried, confusion evident in her voice.
Mmuo was still confused at the strange occurrence, he didn't waste much of his time,
He rushed to his hut, gathering the skūlls together.
His worst fears were confirmed, his night visitors had stōlen four of the deity and sprinted away.
Mmuo exclaimed, raising an alarm to his wife and daughter.
"See what has befallen us!" he exclaimed.
"Those thiëvës have cürsëd our village!!".
Tëars filled mmuo's eyes as he keeps r0lling and låmënting on the ground.
"Oh mmuo when will you be wìse? because the priest title doesn't suit you,
Can you see what your stupïdìty and grëëd had brought to our village? you went to bring in foreigners we don't know of,
And you want my daughter hands in marriage with thiëvës?," she sneered.
"Crying wouldn't solve this, it's best you Appeal to the remaining skūlls for guidance."
"How dare you!" Mmuo's anger flared extinguishing his crîes.
"Are you ïnsåne woman? how dåre you address the gôds whom my ancestors bow down to worship?
The gōds are not to be addressed so casually!"
"And have you ever seen me appeasing the gōds separately? I communicate with them all together",
As mmuo and his wife exchange words their quarrels was interrupted by the anxious cries of their fellow villagers,
With their lanterns flickering like fireflies around their hut.
"What shall we do?" Nkechi's voice cut through her parents tension.
"You two should tell them I've been summoned by the king," Mmuo instructed his wife and daughter, hiding from view.
Ugo and Nkechi did as told, dispersing the crowd with mmuo's false tale.
"But we've just come from the palace, and Mmuo was not there," grumbled Afam, an elder who dëspise Mmuo so much.
"But why would Ugo and her daughter lìe about the priest's whereabouts?" another elder mused with a sneer.
"I believe they're all hiding something, and they're the reason why this strange phenomenon occured, we will find out soon enough," Afam concluded.
They all depart to their various huts with their flickering lanterns amongst the crowds.
Meanwhile, Mmuo, concealed from pryīng ëyës, clutched one of the golden skūlls to himself, as tears streamed down his face, m0ürning what his beneficiary impact on the strangers had caused him......
TO BE CONTINUED......
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