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Iyanga hoped to serve Iyi Afor and Elile until they have had their revenge. Only then would he release his mother’s soul from Urenma’s Udu Ocha (white earthen vessel) and live his life free from Urenma’s wrath. Iyanga would do whatever he could to help Iyi Afor and Elile have their revenge against Igu nmuo, one of whom was Urenma; and against the Ogbede clan.

A great conflict was shaping up right beneath Alaoma, and yet the land was oblivious of it. Obum was given his life back because he had a role to play in the scheme to oust Igu nmuo; and this he did not know yet.

After the frightening events that besieged Alaoma; the appearance of the gods at Iyi Afor before the evening sun had reached Amakaohia, Obum’s death and return to life and the puzzling deaths of Amaechi and Kafor, Alaoma began to mend slowly, though not in every area of the community’s life. The people’s fear of Iyi Afor grew immensely. Some thought it wise not visit the river at all, while others visited it in clusters during early afternoon. Long before the sun would wane and start heading toward Amakaohia, the river would be found deserted. The sudden revival of Iyi Afor’s clout gave a certain group of people in Alaoma, immense headache. Clandestine meetings were held in whispered voices. The Ogbede clan, a people who centuries ago had journeyed from a far flung land to seek refuge among the Aboh clan, were scared that perhaps the sins of their forebears had been remembered. Yet again they would seek the help of their gods, Igu nmuo, for protection and do whatever necessary to keep Alaoma from rediscovering their long gone royal family.

Dike and Obum were very glad to still be alive after what they had been through. After those harrowing events they spent a lot of time together playing Akuese and retelling to each other their own sides of the horror events that started from Iyi Afor that fateful evening. Dike liked Obum’s side of the story, he was hooked on it, he wanted to know what it was like being dead, what the spirits looked like and what the spirit world was like. Dike’s mother, Odinakachi, didn’t like the idea of Dike and Obum repeating the Iyi Afor horrors. She believed that the gods would eavesdrop on their conversations and hunt them by night time in their dreams. Speaking of dreams, Dike had been keeping secrets from everyone including his friend Obum. Dike’s dreams about Ulari had become far more fascinating than the first night it started; and were responsible for his speedy recovery. His parents were surprised by his recovery rate, but didn’t suspect anything; they put it down to Ikonne’s medicine. From the first night Ulari visited Dike in his dream to assure him that he won’t die, she made it a regular routine which she seemed to enjoy.

The fear Dike had towards her had given way to a new found captivating affection. Dike looked forward to night times and dreams. In his dreams, Ulari would take him to unknown lands and sing him songs in strange tongues. They spent some physically intimate moments together on outlandish river banks in unknown lands. Dike found Ulari very enthralling; she knew almost about everything, and sometimes would tell him how each new day would unfold.  Out of the fondness he had for Ulari, on a few occasions, Dike unintentionally called his younger sister Ulari. His parents had begun to wonder who Ulari was. Dike was very fond of his sister Chichi; but to call her Ulari showed how much Ulari had won his heart. His parents and sister had not heard of the name prior to his encounter with the spirits, nor knew any one in Alaoma who was called Ulari. Chichi observed that his usage of the name started since he ran into the gods at Iyi Afor. Dike’s father, Korie had thought to mention it to Ikonne but forgot it each time Ikonne came by to administer some medicine to Dike.
After some time, Dike wanted some of the excitements of his dreams shifted to real life. Ulari was hesitant; she didn’t want to be seen again by mortals and wouldn’t want to shed blood any time soon. Her love for Dike had softened her somewhat. “To come and see you by the river at the time you ask for is too risky. I might be seen again,” said Ulari. “If you are seen again would you kill?” Dike asked.  “I wouldn’t. But that also depends on the time. If I am seen at the river before the evening sun reaches Amakaohia, I won’t kill. But if after that, I am afraid I will have to keep the laws of the gods.” Dike inquired much further, “Do you enjoy killing?” “No, I don’t.” “So why kill at all if you don’t enjoy it?” “I am a goddess, and gods must protect themselves from becoming common to mortals.” “But I am mortal?” “I am not sure of what you are. Maybe I don’t know what you are.”

Dike stepped closer to her and took her in his arms and asked, “Obim, truly, are there things you don’t know?” Ulari, like a little child nodded in affirmation. Looking into Dike’s eyes she said, “I am a goddess and you are mortal, yet I am in love with you and I don’t know why it is so.” “The morning will soon be upon us, is there any chance I might see you at the stream today?” Dike asked, desperately hoping for a good answer. “Give me the whole day to think about making another appearance amongst mortals. I will see you tonight, in your dream.” In that moment Ulari peeled away from Dike and he opened his eyes only to see his mother standing over him and staring in shock. His mother had heard some part of their conversation, though she did not understand it all, she was certain she heard the name ‘Ulari’ in there. And most striking about what she observed was her son’s ability to speak several alien languages. He fluently spoke many tongues; effortlessly moving in-between tongues far beyond their clime.

“Will you please, in the name of the gods, tell me who this Ulari is? Even in your dreams, you are talking to her,” Odinakachi asked Dike.  Korie overheard his wife talking to Dike, and asked from outside their hut, “What again? Odii why do you sound that worried?” Korie fondly called his wife Odii. Odinakachi answered from within the hut, “This child scares me a great deal. He talks a lot in his sleep these days.” Korie ran into the hut, and asked his wife, “Did you hear what he was saying?” “Yes, but I didn’t understand any of it. He now speaks in alien tongues. I could only make out that name, ‘Ulari’.” Korie ran out of his hut, muttering on his way, “I must see Ikonne. I must see Ikonne.”

At Ikonne’s shrine, Korie narrated his son’s recent experiences. When Korie mentioned the name, ‘Ulari’; Ikonne was shocked and asked, “How on earth did you come by that name?” “For some days now Dike has been calling sister, Ulari; and this morning my wife heard him mention the name while asleep.” Animatedly Ikonne volunteered a piece of information he would ordinarily not make known to someone like Korie, “Korie, these days are unlike any I have seen in Alaoma in very long time. A week ago, I was worried about the events we have witnessed recently. So I decided to do some consultations with the gods of ours fathers. While I was doing that the name ‘Ulari’ came up. I made more enquiries about the name, to know who the person was, whether alive, dead or someone that shall been born; suddenly right here in my shrine, an emissary of the gods appeared to me. I have seen a number of emissaries from the gods, but I had never met the one which came to me that day. She called me by my full name, ‘Ikonne Ogbuehi’, and warned me sternly to ask no more questions about the name again.”

He continued, “Though I was afraid, yet, I wanted to know who Ulari was and her business in Alaoma at this time. In my search I found out that Ulari is a name from old times; from the days of the kings. It was the name given to the wife of the prince who was heir to the throne.” Korie sounding stunned asked, “What does the spirit of this Ulari want with my son? We are not royalty. I was told the royal family members were killed by the gods themselves when the Ogbede clan, who wanted the throne rotated among the clans of Alaoma, polluted the sacrifice which was offered to the gods.” Ikonne with a thoughtful mien on his face said, “I have served the gods all my life; I know they do not reveal all they know, neither do they speak in plain speeches. Korie I want you to swear to me, before the gods of our fathers, here present, that you shall not reveal the things I have told you, and neither your son’s experiences to anyone. Swear to me!” Korie called on the names of their gods, Elile, Ogugu, and Iyi Afor, and swore to him. Then Ikonne said, “You must also warn your wife to speak to no one about these things. You have nothing to worry about your son, he will be fine.”

Written by:
Uzoma Ujor

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