The Spirits Are Not To Blame


The mothers were disconsolate, bearing dead infants in their arms. The fathers hung their heads dejectedly, wondering what offence they must have committed to warrant the visit of the spirit of death. Everybody headed to the Baale’s house to meet Awogbamila, the great diviner, messenger of the gods and intercessor on behalf of men. They didn’t trudge there quietly. Their loud wails, palpable grief and sorrow rent the air in Agbonmago, a village far away from the corruption of civilization.
Awogbamila cleared his throat to demand silence as he chanted in his shrill voice, then went on to deliver the message from the gods; “Inhabitants of Agbonmago, the gods of our fathers have demanded that the land be purged to avoid further death of our infants. Let every household bring a white, unblemished cockerel to the shrine at the edge of the evil grove. There, my acolytes shall collect them and proceed into the evil grove where only the initiates can venture. This must be done within the next seven days to avert further calamities. The gods have spoken!” Having delivered his message, Awogbamila sauntered off leaving the villagers to deliberate on how they would deliver the cockerels and avoid the evil clutches of the spirit of death. If only they were informed?
The attendant knocked gently on the door of Suite 321, Chief Ajabiara’s permanently reserved suite and waited for the Chief’s husky voice to prompt her inside before entering to drop the wine ordered by the Chief.
Chief Ajabiara is one of the hotel’s most loyal customers and a very rich one at that. Although he has distaste for politics, he maintains a very good relationship with the powers-that-be in the political circles, all in the interest of his business empire.
Today’s gathering is an avenue for him to reward the two men in the room for their roles in the success of his last business endeavour. There’s Mr Nnamdi, high ranking NAFDAC official, who rendered a great help by facilitating the transportation of Chief’s container of expired polio drugs into the country.
Dansuki, a brilliant young man, known in social media circles as “Dee” is the only other person in the room. Since his association with Chief Agbabiara began, he has become an annoying opposition to other young men who castigate the unscrupulous nature of Nigeria’s businessmen. It was Dee’s brilliant idea that the expired polio drugs be dispatched into the hinterland, far away from the prying eyes of journalists and “those” boys of the new media. Agbonmago is a village located in the hinterland.
JUNE 12TH, 2012
Today is the day of the great sacrifice in Agbonmago village, the people are gathered at the edge of the evil grove, muttering prayers to the gods of the land and imploring the spirit of death to spare their infants. They hand over cockerels to the diviner’s boys. Alas! It is the wrong sacrifices and prayers.
If only they were informed? They would have offered their sacrifices to the gods of good governance and poured libations to the gods of accountability. They would have realized it was the evil spirit of Egunje that invited the spirit of death to Agbonmago, robbing their village of a great generation.
I wanted to shout at them to stop their display of folly when I felt someone tap my shoulders. Apparently, I had slept off while listening to a boring lecture at a conference organised by EFCC, government’s ineffective anti-corruption agency.


9 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Abdullahi Aborode
    Jan 08, 2013 @ 17:10:07



  2. hollasheni
    Jan 08, 2013 @ 17:12:20

    Awesome fiction. Nice one Gbenga my brother


  3. Oluwadamilare Awe
    Jan 08, 2013 @ 17:41:03

    Excellent! Niiiice one!


  4. Nana
    Jan 08, 2013 @ 18:45:35

    This is an apt description! Nice one Gbenga!


  5. sagay
    Jan 08, 2013 @ 21:07:14

    Naija sha…


  6. Ice
    Jan 08, 2013 @ 22:49:56

    Like the overlaps. Well done for most, but… the ending left a lot to be desired. Daydreams don’t have timelines like that. I feel the ending tarnished what should normally be a very goodstory


  7. mofesola
    Jan 08, 2013 @ 23:07:16

    The writer is a scholar!!!


  8. Adetula Ayo
    Jan 09, 2013 @ 03:25:29

    This is a good one from your stables. Captivating.


  9. M'ADE
    Jan 09, 2013 @ 15:02:17

    Well written, I like! May God save us from the wrong use of powerful hands! Amen.


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