We Are Not Cursed #22 (I)


Edited by: Darlene Jones


Illustration of a black woman by Frank Morrison (pic source: webneel.com)
Illustration of a black woman by Frank Morrison (pic source: webneel.com)


Standing by the entrance to the hut, Ekwutosilim clapped twice.

“Come in.”

She bent slightly, pushed aside the antelope skin that served as the door, and found the hut semidark, the only light—the flickering rays of the pale evening sun—coming through the window. This admirer was her first, which by all means was a pleasant surprise, but when the messenger—entrusted with the gift of cowries and words of his affection for her—had told her to meet this man on the outskirts of Ngwo, she’d come close to saying no. She knew about this solitary palm leaf-roofed hut that looked uninhabited. She’d heard stories—some creepy—about this part of the village. This was only her third time being here and she dreaded spending even a moment more while battling with her indecisiveness. The last time she’d been here, she and her fellow servants had stopped by from the river to pick sweetfruits strewn around the udala trees in the area only to be pursued by a wild boar.

“Come inside. You just can’t stand over there.”

What was wrong with this man’s voice? He sounded like he had a cold or something worse.

An odd feeling shuddered through her as she entered the hut, allowing the hide of a door to hang freely behind her. Inside the hut was cool. Either the trees around provided enough protective covering or that the ceiling wasn’t as low as one would expect while looking at the hut from outside.

“Can I light a fire?” she asked.

“Not now,” he said in that same strange, husky tone.

“Okay.” Her guts warned her that something wasn’t quite right about this man, but then again she’d felt this way before. Ichie Azuuzu, the man who deprived her of her virginity, had lately acted in an unusual manner when in need of her. A buck was a buck, after all. “Ten cowries. That’s a generous gift for someone like me. I am … overwhelmed.”

“Good thing you also agreed to come.”

“It wasn’t that easy.”

“I think you should know this: you’re very special … a path to bliss.”

A path to bliss? What did he mean by that?

Nee*, I’m only a servant girl.  You must have mistaken me for some maiden about to participate in the upcoming Mputa Ezi ritual.”

He chuckled. She caught a glimpse of his frame as he began walking toward her. When he stepped behind her back, he said: “Take this and wear it around your neck. It now belongs to you.”

Ekwutosilim turned around. Though she had yet to make out his face, finding out what the piece was temporarily overrode her need to determine his identity. The weak rays of light lingered on his outstretched arm. She felt around it until her hand encountered a string of some sort. Taking it, she walked over to the window, held it up and saw it was a necklace of wooden beads. Crimson and beautiful.

As she fingered the necklace, she watched the shadow in the corner of the hut and knew he was staring at her.

She could feel his gaze raking over her, as if he was caressing her.


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(*) Nee = Look

23 responses to “We Are Not Cursed #22 (I)”

    • Good! It’s my aim to make this episode as creepy as possible. The mystery man in this episode orchestrated the murder of Okuoba’s brother. This young female servant may just be walking into a death trap.

      I appreciate your continued interest, Ronnie.

    • Ethiopia? Wow, that’s exciting. I wish you a safe trip. Are you going to doing a blog related to the people when you get there?

      Thanks for taking some time to catch up on previous episodes. I’m honored.

      • Ethiopia does not have 3 or 4 G but wifi in some places. I am going with a couple who are good friends and we are going to visit the family of one of them plus take a ten day road trip around the country. I plan to take a lot of photos and blog when wifi is available. Might even make some kind of book–the three of us–about our adventure when we return.

        • Wow, I imagine the fun will be greater as you are going with your good friends.

          I’m very keen about other cultures and am happy you intend to take photos. What about their traditional clothes (for women)? Will you purchase any?

          I look forward to reading or viewing pics taken in Ethiopia.

  1. I had goose pimples on my arms while reading this Uzoma, you wrote it so well, I could feel the man creeping around, and yet, he was flirting with the poor girl. I can’t imagine where this would lead but I love the way you’re writing it! Great job! 🙂 🙂

    • Thanks, sis. Poor servant, the fancy stuff is about to cloud her sense of good judgement. Let’s hope this mystery man won’t do her harm.

    • Danger at times masks itself in the pleasures or sweet things of life. It takes a resolute and sharp mind to detect and if possible flee a source of danger. In this case, the poor servant girl may just be a victim of her own poor judgement.

      Thanks for commenting, Connie. Your blog is worth visiting regularly.

  2. I don’t like what is about to happen – that necklace hints at something more than mere payment. As you and other commenters observed – this is creepy.

    A good write-up, my friend.

    Looking forward to the next instalment,

    • Glad you’re very much pleased with this part. Poor girl, I also wish she could see the danger. Unfortunately it does seem that way.

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