It wasn't long my mum noticed my overstay at the chicken house, slowly she walked towards the location, hiding herself at a coner she looked with fear hearing her daughter talking to herself, she looked closely but saw no one, not a single soul. Joy! Joy! who are you talking to? She shouted....
Of course, I could not tell her at that moment who I was talking to, so instead I told her no one but still as a mother she wasn't convinced at all and she kept on asking me who I was talking to, I could not keep the whole thing to myself for long, so I decided to tell her about my new friend.
My mum was terrified after I narrated everything that went on between me and my new friend Azou(Like I said earlier in the first part, this are mystery creatures that my uncles and four fathers worshiped in my hometown) I narrated how he asked me to be his friend, how we all played together, he also told me his name is Muzuru.
My mum was more terrified hearing this from me, she started looking for ways to separate me and my friend Muzuru. Two days later my she came home with our parish priest, the priest knew it would be a war to keep Muzuru (my spirit Friend) away from me.
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I was also told to avoid the dark and to stop being alone as those were instances were Muzuru was likely to visit me. Avoiding the dark was a bit easy but each time i am alone I hear voices of muzuru calling on me.
The priest gave me a blessed rosary and incense to be burning every night before sleeping, Muzuru got angry about this, he pleaded to me from a distance to get rid of the rosary and to also stop burning the incense around the house as he could not stand the sight of the rosary and the burning from the Incense.
The news of my encounter with one of the spirit creatures circulated all over the town, my friends were scared of talking, walking and even playing with me, I felt isolated, it's wrong to say I felt isolated, i was actually isolated from everyone around me.
After one week of continue burning of incense and wearing my blessed rosary,By evening, Muzuru come crying and begging me to take off my rosary, I asked him to go away, I don't want to be his friend anymore, he pleaded to me to get rid of the rosary so that we can be close friends and play together, I refused and ran away screaming. My mum knew Muzuru was was around, immediately she ran to me and asked me where he was, I point directly to were he stood but my mum could not see anything, Muzuru was hurt, I could remember the look on his face and what he said to me, with tears in his eyes he told me he hate me, and he was going to fight me and the priest.
To be continued....
Next I will share my fight with Muzuru.
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This is an imaginary story of mine with the mystery creatures in my hometown worshipped mostly by my uncles and four fathers.
Part one.