The Return Of ijele - Episode 2
It was late evening, about 11pm when Ijele arrived Umuojiji village square. It was deserted, as most of the traders had finished their selling for the day. However he knew he was not late. He knew Uzodinma would be riding his bicycle past the village square very soon, returning from a briefing to the Ekeotammadu leaders of Ijele’s death. Ijele smiled his wry smile, if they wanted to kill me, they should have done a better job, he thought.
It was good for Ijele that the Ekeotammadu leaders thought him dead . It would give him the chance to surprise them when he paid them a visit next.
Positioning himself in the middle of the village square, he bent down in the middle of the road, opened a large sack he had obtained on his way to Umuojiji and diligently began setting his extensive trap.
****************** Uzodinma was happy. Now that Ijele was dead, he was sure Ekeotammadu would reward him and Obi accordingly for their good work. He whistled his favorite tune as he rode his bicycle back from his meeting at Umuego. He was approaching the village square. It had been a long ride from Umuojiji, but it was worth it because the Ekeotammadu leaders sang his praise for successfully killing Ijel.
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. All he and Obi needed to do was sacrifice a cow each and the riches would come pouring down
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. Uzodinma rode the deserted village square, when he suddenly heard a long hissing sound. Alarmed, he rummaged his trouser pockets for his hand held torchlight, he turned it on and peered down to see the air flowing out of his bicycle’s back tire and a large iron nail piercing the tire where the sound came from.
“Ogini bu ihenke biko! What is all this?”
He asked no one particular. He was frustrated because with his tire flattened, he would have to walk the rest of the way home, and his house was about four kilometers from the square. He got off his bicycle and as his legs hit the ground, he let out a shrill scream and jumped in pain. He soon realized that it was a bad idea to jump because as soon as he landed on the ground, more iron nails dug his feet.
Standing on his toes, he wiped the tears from his face and carefully raised one leg, held the nail sticking out of the sole of his foot by it’s head and pulled it out. Another scream, raised the second leg and did same, shouting from the pain each time, he shone his torchlight to the ground and to his horror saw nails scattered all round in un every direction. Recognizing that he had ridden straight into a trap. Goosebumps covered his body and he shone his torch about frantically looking around.
“Who is there?”
He stuttered.
Ijele chuckled
Uzodinma heard the chuckle and mustered courage.
“Show yourself!”
He yelled
“What do you want? I have nothing!”
“You have something I want”
Ijele spoke slowly as he walked out of the bushes.
Uzodinma shone his torchlight on the man and froze. His eyes widened
“No. Ijele? No”
He whispered.
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