LOST - Episode 12

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With caution, we went through the village searching for the black seer and her colleague. Women, children and old people sat in front of their huts staring at us with hatred in their eyes. Young men fled at our sight. Soldiers were killing those of them who cut the look they were part of the ritual killings in the village. Strangely there were no young ladies in the village. Only God knew what they did with their young ladies. Besides the two bare-breasted ones we met at the river bank we did not see any other ones. In every corner of the evil village there were small shrines with blood sprinkled on them or in earthen vessels. The village was indeed the devils home town. “Where is the black seer!” that was Maya. She was holding a woman by the neck and had her gun pointed to her face. I ran over to stop her. “Maya! What is it? Please leave the woman!!” I pleaded. “I heard her say something to her son! She mentioned the black seer!” Maya explained. “Are you sure you heard right? They don’t speak English,” I pointed out. “This one does! I heard her whisper to her son that we are looking for the black seer!”

I raised my gun and pointed it to the woman’s face and yelled, “Where is the black seer?!” Two young men bolted out of a hut nearby with machetes and charged at us. The soldiers gave them no chance to reach us. As the two of them lay lifeless on the ground, the woman Maya grabbed by the neck whispered in tears, “My son. They have killed my son.” “Your son killed himself by attacking us! Does it hurt to see your loved ones killed? That is how other people felt when your evil village killed their loved ones! Why are you crying when your village thrives in slaughtering strangers and selling their body parts?!” I mocked at the woman. She fought to break lose and go to her son who lay dead on the ground. Soldiers grabbed her. They were not as gentle as Maya and I. In minutes the beating the woman received from them disfigured her face. To our surprise, she had a knife hidden under her wrapper. She pulled it out and stabbed it toward the soldier closest to her. The soldiers reacted quick. The knife was going to rip his stomach open. He was very lucky the knife only sliced through his left arm.

A gunshot rang out and grazed the woman’s shoulder, she dropped the knife and went to the ground. After soldiers had beaten her to pulp, they dragged her to her feet, stripped her naked and strung a rope around her neck. They were going to hang her when the woman began to divulge what she knew in a bid to save her life. “The black seer is in her shrine…” “You don’t want to die, yet your village butchers people for fun!” That was the man whose hand she sliced with a knife. He was bearing down toward the woman with a machete in his hand. “Please don’t kill her! We need her to take us to the black seer’s shrine,” Maya pleaded. The other soldiers held their colleague and stopped him from beheading the woman. “It is already late. You won’t find her alive. Our people won’t let you take her away,” said the woman who stabbed a soldier. “What are you talking about?!” I asked, and smacked the woman across the face. “It is her fate to be buried alive in moments like this. Where do you think our young women are? They must have buried her and her colleague alive by now,” the woman said with a sadistic grin on her face. Her eyes, nose and lips were swollen and bleeding. There were several cuts on her head, yet she managed a smile.

“Why are you people this wicked?!” Maya asked crying. “It is our tradition. If you take the black seer away from our village, we all will die. Our ancestors will rise from the dead and kill us all,” the woman explained to Maya. The look on her face showed just her barbaric she was. She obviously expected Maya to understand. “Take us to the shrine or die!” the soldier in charge of our unit demanded. “The woman managed a smile and nodded. With her hands tied and a rope still on her neck, soldiers led her as she directed us to the shrine. When we reached the shrine. There were about forty to fifty young ladies. They all were stark naked. Their bodies were covered in black paint and their faces in black and white paints. They had machetes in their hands and stood in a battle formation. They were willing to die than watch us take the away the black seer. The soldier leading us did not engage them. He was spot on in his assessment of the ladies and the situation before us.

“We are few in number, we cannot engage these ladies. They must have juju, we need the others here,” he said. He radioed Major Adebanjo and told him we had found the black seer and her colleague but were being withstood by an army of naked ladies who possibly had juju. He had hardly ended the radio message when an army of young men bearing machetes came out of the bush and circled us. I could not believe my eyes. I had thought we had killed them all. Maya held unto me firmly. I saw her chest rise and fall as fear choked her heart. I was scared too and so were the soldiers with us. The young men said some things to us which we did not understand. They all were waving their sharp machetes at us and kept inching closer. The woman who led us to the shrine interpreted what they were saying. “They want you all to move into the shrine. They are going to bury you all alive to cleanse our land for the blood you have shed on it.” There was sarcasm in her voice.

I and Maya did what we do best, pray. We could tell that magic and voodoo were already in play. We did not pray gently, we yelled our prayers as loud as we could. Soldiers had to radio Major Adebanjo once more telling him out situation. The young women who stood in front of the shrine made a path in their midst and beckoned at us enter the shrine. It was shocking to behold the bravado. They actually thought it was going to be that easy to bury us alive. “We are soldiers! These bastards will not bury us alive!” our leader shouted to encourage us. Immediately the soldier took battle positions. I and Maya moved into their midst. There was no time for much pep talk. I saw myself dragging Maya down to the ground as the soldiers began to shoot at the young women and men. At first the bullets bounced off them. The came at us with their machetes raised. It must have been our prayer; suddenly bodies began to drop to the ground. For reasons beyond the locals, they were being hurt by our guns.

They shouted incoherent words as flesh and blood exploded all around them. The woman who led us to the shrine tried to run into the shrine; it must have been instinct. I reacted and fired a shot into her head. She hit the ground with violent force. Then the sound of gunshots increased; Major Adebanjo and his men were around. I knew that if the black seer was still alive and somewhere in the shrine, the young women who had begun to flee would kill her. There are certain things you are capable of which you don’t know of until you find yourself in a fix. I saw myself shooting at those black painted bodies and running into the shrine. There was a freshly covered grave in the shrine, without thought I began to dig it up with bare hands. Thankfully a few more soldiers followed me and then Maya joined us. The soldiers gave us cover while we dug up the grave. It was a shallow grave. It didn’t take long before we met two heads. They had been hurriedly covered with sand.

“Help! Help! Help!” Maya shouted when she saw the heads were actually those of the black seer and her colleague. No help came immediately. Soldiers were still engaged with the young men and women. Around us bodies were still dropping to the ground. A few young women remained on their feet performing magic to overpower soldiers. The battle at the shrine was the toughest we had in that evil village. When Maya and I pulled the black seer and her colleague out of the grave, we checked for pulse. We were glad when we found pulse. They were still alive even though they seemed lifeless. To bring them back, we tried mouth-to-mouth resuscitation and sat around them praying and waiting for a miracle while soldiers hunted down the last of those God-forsaken young men and women.


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