FOOTPRINTS - EPISODE 15

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A Kamoga warrior raised his hand to slay Bitalo, but a Damba warrior struck him from behind, le...


A Kamoga warrior raised his hand to slay Bitalo, but a Damba warrior struck him from behind, leaving his head rolling on the ground. Another loud shriek went through Bakuli as the Kamoga warrior bit the dust. Byarugaba carried Bitalo to a secluded corner with the help of some warriors. Damba warriors stood guard around Bitalo in anticipation of another effort by the Kamogas to kill him. “The pain is still there,” Bitalo said with discomfort. Byarugaba waived his hand and a mirror appeared. “They have Najja! They are tormenting her. That is where your pains are coming from,” he explained. “I feel the pain when they pierce her?” Bitalo asked. “Yes, when they pierce her with that hundred-year-old knife and suck off her blood,” Byarugaba confirmed. “My goodness, my Najja. I have to go and help her.” “You can’t leave. This is where you are supposed to be. Without you, we will lose this war.” With Bitalo in pain, the Kamogas gained an upper hand in the battle slaying Damba warriors in their numbers. “But I am of no use here while I am in pain. I need to help Najja if I am to be of any use here,” Bitalo explained. “How can you help her when you are in pain? There is another way,” Byarugaba explained. He sat on the floor, produced a pouch from his waist bag and tossed the content on the floor.

“My chest!!!” Bitalo shouted. Byarugaba looked in the mirror and saw Kamoga piercing Najja. Then, he stood over her and readied himself to chop off her head with a sword. I have to act fast he thought. The Dambas were seriously falling on the battle ground. Okwayi sat on the floor at another end of the forest and made his own incantations. He saw Kamoga about to kill Najja. “Kill her, my ancestor. Kill her. We will win once she is dead,” he declared with a smile on his face. Bagamba and Nangila found a group of young men smoking in front of a house. “They look suspicious – somewhat rough,” Bagamba pointed out. “In this situation Bagamba, everyone looks suspicious,” Nangila cautioned him. “But there is no harm in trying. I want to talk to them,” Bagamba insisted. Nangila pulled over and Bagamba walked over to them. “Excuse me guys, I am looking for my daughter. We think she was picked up…kidnapped by some people earlier in the evening. Did you see or notice anything?” He asked them. There was a look of discomfort on their faces and Bagamba noticed that. However, one of them spoke for the group. “No, we did not see anything. This is a quiet area.” “Okay, thank you!”

Bagamba returned to the car. “They know something,” he told Nangila. “How do you know?” “The look on their faces. They were stunned when I mentioned that my daughter was kidnaped around here.” “Is that all Bagamba?” “Yes Nangila. Drive slowly. Just pretend as though you are turning left at the end of the street. Do that slowly.” Nangila obliged him. As soon as the car was out of sight, Bagamba asked Nangila to stop. He jumped out of the car, ducked behind a fence and looked at the young men. They were hurrying back into the compound. Immediately, he called the police who were on the neighboring street.

Byarugaba called on the gods to send help to Najja. A glowing spirit appeared almost instantly beside the alter. It was Gonza’s spirit. As Kamoga raised his hand, she moved like lightning, grabbed him by the hand and threw the sword to the ground. Kamoga fought back and so did the other spirits with him. They sent a ball of water towards Gonza. As she ducked from the force that was coming her way, some of the spirits carted Najja off the alter and hid her in a dark, back room. 

“Wake up!!! Wake up Sanyu!!!” A voice said to her. She scrambled out of bed and looked around. There was a woman clad in a white robe in the corner. She smiled as she spoke. “It is time my child. It is time to fulfill your duties. We brought you in contact with Najja the day you were nearly raped for a purpose. Her life is hanging in the balance. You must now rise and use all of your powers to fight for her,” the woman said. Sanyu had seen her a few of times in her life. When she was only seven years old, the woman appeared to her and informed her that she was special. Ever since, she would appear every now and again to give her instructions on what to do. “I will do as you have said,” Sanyu answered. She swirled around and a wind began to blow across campus. Like a tornado, the force of the wind carried her to Nsambya in seconds. The police were trying to break into the house, but the men inside opened fire on them. They exchanged fire while Bagamba and Nangila stayed out of sight for fear of being hit by bullets. 

Kamoga and Gonza battled fiercely. On the battleground, the Dambas were falling in huge numbers. Byarugaba was beginning to panic. He had the best of the Damba warriors watching over Bitalo. Blood dripped all over Najja from the piercings on her body by Kamoga. She was in a corner in a dark room, watched over by angry-looking Kamoga warriors. Her heart was beating fast. Bernadette was becoming increasingly worried. She remained on her knees, praying like never before. Every few seconds, she heard shrieks of pain as the war raged on. Sanyu landed in full force. She saw the exchange of gunfire in front of the house. She closed her eyes and rubbed her hands together. A forceful wind raged past the house, concentrating its force on the inside where the men who had kidnapped Najja were shooting from. They went flying in the air like pieces of paper. Their guns flew in all directions as the wind smacked them against the wall. Sanyu flew like an eagle into the compound, and bound them up. The policemen watched in sheer surprise and confusion. “What is going on here?” One of them asked. They looked on, afraid to enter the house.

Sanyu entered the building like a whirlwind. She moved swiftly from one room to another. Kamoga could sense her presence. Meanwhile, Gonza had fought him and his warriors to a standstill as they traded blows. Kamoga urged his warriors to keep Gonza occupied while he sneaked into the back room. “Where is the sword?” He asked. Killing Najja with any other knife rather than the specified hundred-year-old sword would nullify the ritual. A warrior handed him the sword. “I want most of you to stay in front and cover for me. We have to carry her to the alter and kill her there,” he declared. They obliged him, battling through to the altar. When Gonza saw them, she fought to get to the alter, but she had numerous warriors to fight through. They threw fire and brimstone at her. She ducked and reciprocated with equal measure of power. Kamoga laid Najja on the alter, placed his hand over her head, began to call on his ancestors to accept the ritual. Najja shook with fear, closing her eyes. Gonza fought hard, but she could not get any closer to her.

Bitalo rose to his feet, but the pain in his chest continued to bite hard. Okwayi looked in his mirror, clasping his hand and waiting for Kamoga to deliver the final blow. As Kamoga made his incantations, Bitalo became weak. His legs creaked under the weight of his body. His hands shook. He fell to the ground and lost consciousness. Byarugaba, called on the gods to come to the aid of the Dambas. More Damba warriors fell as shrieks rang through the forest and the town of Bakuli. Finished with his incantations, Kamoga raised the sword menacingly and began to lower it with lethal force towards Najja. The blade glazed under the light as it approached Najja’s neck. Just before he delivered the final blow, Sanyu entered with the force of nature and hit him. He held on, and managed to stab Najja in the stomach. Blood began to flow out of her belly like a tap. Gonza shouted in pain and anger. Her anger seemed to empower her. She wiped out the warriors that had kept her occupied and ran towards Najja. Sanyu struck Kamoga to the ground and smacked him hard against the wall. His head cracked in half and maggots began to wriggle out of his brain. Gonza threw fire at him and he began to burn. Immediately, the other warriors caught fire, shouting loudly in pain. Bagamba, Nangila and the policemen outside could hear the riotous noise emanating from the building. Bagamba could no longer bear it. He made a mad dash into the building.

“Wait Bagamba,” Nangila called to him. He ignored him and ran straight in. Looking through the rooms, he searched frantically for Najja Sanyu and Gonza looked at each other. They had met several times on different missions. Gonza looked on; she was concerned about Najja who was bleeding profusely. “I will do my best for her,” Sanyu assured Gonza. “Don’t let her die,” she urged Sanyu. Bagamba entered. He saw a glazing Gonza. They looked at each other for a moment that seemed like eternity. Bagamba froze. His heart stopped for a moment. He wanted to run to her and hug her. She looked beautiful. Then, he sighted Najja who was bleeding as Sanyu attempted to carry our out of the alter. She removed the bands and gags and lifted her off the alter. Gonza smiled and began to disappear; slowly, she was no more. Bagamba was confused, yet delighted to see her. Her spirit still watches over Najja, he thought. “I will help you,” Bagamba said to Sanyu. “I am her father.” “I know who you are,” Sanyu answered. Still bemused, Bagamba carried Najja and ran towards the exit. “You are going to be alright sweetheart,” he said as he raced towards the car. Bitalo was clutching his heart in pain as more blood gushed out of Najja’s stomach. Byarugaba was relieved, yet he was not sure if Najja would survive. He clasped his hands staring at Bitalo, hoping that he would rise up to lead the Dambas to victory over the Kamogas. 

Sanyu sat beside Najja in the car. She closed her eyes and uttered something in a low tone. Then, she placed her hand on Najja’s bleeding belly. She opened her eyes. She was pleased to see Sanyu. “You are here. Where is my father? Where is Bitalo?” She asked. “They are fine. Your father is just outside,” Sanyu answered. Najja looked at her bleeding belly. “That evil spirit stabbed me?” “Yes.” “I am not ready to die yet. I am determined to do all I can to stay alive. My father needs me. Bitalo needs me and I need him. If I have to get up now and walk to that forest and fight with him, I will do it. We have to end this running and being afraid. I want this to end tonight,” Najja declared boldly. “You are the daughter of Queen Namono. You speak like one and you are filled with passion and drive. You are well Najja. You are well,” Sanyu said still placing her hand over her stomach. Surprisingly to Najja, the bleeding stopped instantly. “You can do that?” Najja asked her. “You did it. You have come to realize who you are and your fears have melted away. Rise up so that Bitalo may rise too!” Najja rose to her feet and exited the car. Bagamba was both pleased and surprised. Almost immediately, Bitalo came around. He had fire in his eyes as he returned to the battlefront.
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