It was about this very period twenty six years ago that I was visited by the AZOU, mysterious creatures that walk in the shadows, only seen by the chief priests that worship them.
Bed time stories were told about this creatures, I remember my mother always telling me not to be stubborn or she will call the azou to come and take me away, these creature names became a symbol of discipline among children, as we all feared, they only come after the stubborn kids.
It was late evening, my mum asked me to check on the remaining Chicken that survived Christmas and the new year celebration 😂, as I walked towards the chicken house I heard a voice behind me calling my name "Joy, Joy, Joy" I looked back but saw no one, fear strock me and I ran back to mum who told me I was only an imagination, she then encouraged me to go back and make sure the chickens were alright.
This time I walked towards the chicken house slowly and very well on alert, immediately I got there I heard for the second time the sama voice, but this time telling me not to run as he speak to me in my tribal language. Although I was set to run but with little courage I asked, who is there.
and the reply came
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"it is your secret friend"
Why can't I see you, I asked with fear ready to run
"Because I don't want you to see me"
Why.
"You might run if you see me and I don't want you to run again"
The fear in me grew but I gathered some courage not to run. So I asked this strange shadow "what exactly do you want from me"
"I want to be your friend, we can play together"
How can I play with you? I can't see you.
"You will see me very soon but not today, let me play a song for you"
Never in my life till today, have i heard such a beautiful sound of melody coming from a flute, I got carried away immediately he started singing, such a lovely voice, I said to myself wondering if I could at least see him
It wasn't long my mum noticed my overstay at the chicken house, slowly she walked towards the location of the chicken house, hiding herself at a coner she look with fear hearing her daughter talking to a the shadows, she looked closely but saw no one only shadows, Joy! Joy! who are you talking to? She shouted....
To be continued.......
This is an imaginary story of mine with the mystery creatures in my hometown worshipped mostly by my uncles and fathers.
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