Category: The Fallen One

“Akuela, do you love me?” Aduloge asked searchingly.

“You know I love you, Papa.”

“Then you must do exactly as I say. Go and stay in Abrokwa, your mother’s village, until I send for you.”

“But father, our in-laws have begun the year-long marriage rites. How can you ask me to leave?”

“Listen to me. A man who cannot tell when it’s sunset will stumble in the dark because he carries no lamp.”

“Papa, I don’t understand.”

“Only a slave is shackled with chains. We are free people who determine their own destiny. Leave tomorrow morning… if you love me.”

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The fufu and palmnut soup had tasted like ashes in his mouth. The moon shone exceptionally brightly, a time when children sat in the compound to tell Anansesem. Through the window, he could hear Akuela’s distinctly melodious voice singing an mmoguo in the middle of her story.

Aduloge tossed and turned as he listened to the song. It was about lion, who had caught hyena stealing from his barn and was deciding whether to spare his life.

Can Eguologo’s mind be changed? Of course not! Aduloge now knew how the other parents felt when their daughters were chosen for sacrifice.

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Akuela hummed the bridal song merrily as she wove her third basket that week beneath the odadee tree. Odumalu and his male relatives had already completed the knocking ceremony, paving the way for the rites and rituals that led to the marriage ceremony itself. Not that this came as a surprise. Akuela and Odumalu had been betrothed since infancy. Now that Akuela had bled, it was time for her in-laws to claim their prize.

As the only daughter of the High Priest, Akuela had been groomed to be the quintessential lady. The time had now come to show her off.

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The seven elders walked solemnly into the shrine, each bowing his head in reverence to Eguologo. No one dared spoke a word; each hoping the lot would not fall on them. They sat on their goatskin mats in a semi-circle, facing the god.

Finally, the oracle spoke.

“Elders, I salute you,” Aduloge greeted, also looking solemn and melancholic. “It is customary for a virgin to be sacrificed annually to pacify our land. This year, the lot has fallen on one of us.”

The others’ hearts throbbed agonisingly, beads of sweat trickling down their faces.

“Akuela, my daughter, has been chosen.”

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The village was in an uproar. Who could have committed such an abomination? How would Eguologo be placated? Aduloge, the High Priest, had been summoned by the council of elders for divination.

Jaws dropped at the revered one’s intoxicated dance as he zigzagged his way to the gathering.

“Aduloge, what is the meaning of this?” Nwalibe the wise bellowed.

“I cut down the sacred tree!” Aduloge slurred brazenly.

The crowd ceased murmuring, exchanging glances in utter bewilderment.

“I renounce my title as High Priest of Eguologo. The forest spirit can eat dirt for all I care. More palm wine please?”

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