The Warrior’s Demise

The anger is rising in me like a spring. My hands are trembling, my eyes are blood-shot and my mouth is dry. The cutlass in my hand is held tightly as the muscles tense under my skin. I want nothing other than to end his existence, but I am held back by some of the strongest youths in the village. They will pay later on for daring to hold me, but my wrath is at the moment directed at Adekunle. He has stepped on the tail of the viper, and he will be bitten. He has dared to put hot coals in his mouth and he will have to swallow them. The deer does not pay the lion visits in his den, but Adekunle has done just that. In pursuing my sister, Adesewa, and forcefully stealing her virtue, he has angered the Lion of Aremo village. He has angered the fearless warrior who single-handedly defeated the 5 best warriors of the towns around. I, Ige, the son of Akanbi, am that warrior. I was born with the umbilical cord around my neck, giving no thought for my mother’s welfare by coming in such an audacious manner. He will know why the villages seek peace when they see me amongst the Aremo ranks. My wrath causes the forest animals to go into hiding, and the elephant to run and hide. He will know why no other person has won our wrestling tournament for six straight seasons. I will wipe the smile off his face and make crooked his limbs. When he is writhing in pain and sorrow, I will then steal his life. Yes! I will! I will show him the power of the Ogunlabi family, whose fathers and fore-fathers defended our land.
The Iyalode will not stop me. Her soothing words of wisdom will not console me. I cannot be stopped. I am the river Gbogan in its season, clearing everything that stands in its path. I am a volcano that has erupted, spewing its fury on the inhabitants of the land. My sister lies in my father’s house, being consoled by my mother. This injustice must be dealt with. No Iyalode! I will not let wisdom guide me. I will not be patient on this matter. Unhand me you youths of the land, before my wrath turns to you, and sends you to your grave. Unhand me! For the hyena does not interrupt the lion’s hunt. You say I should let justice prevail; we both want the same thing. My sister’s marriage to that serpent, however, will not be justice. Marriage for life to the one, who took what was yours, defiled it and got nothing more than a fine of some cowries and marriage to you is not justice. My justice will be swift and painful. He will know how it feels to be helpless. He will feel the pain that she felt, even more. By the gods! Unhand me! Look at them, rolling on the ground. Your power is nothing compared to mine. There is no one to stop me. Yes Iyalode and you chiefs, if Esu wants to use me, so be it!
Look at the fool’s house. He has not even fixed their leaking roof. His mother is coming. She will not stop me. I will not listen to your pleas Iya Adekunle. Your son has cradled a bee hive, the stinging is about to begin. Yes, you have been good to us. Yes, you have been friends with my mother for years. No, I will not take all that into consideration. I have no care as to what Kabiyesi will do to me. I will even like to see his soldiers try to stop me. I will ask them who led them to victory when the Northerners tried to take our lands, and who chopped down the tree we used to cross the river to intercept them. I will ask them who cut down the most soldiers and whose division suffered the lowest number of casualties. Iya Adekunle, I will not be stopped, bring out your son now or I will go in myself. Do you think I have any qualms with hurting you? You are sorely mistaken. Who is that I see there? You wanted him to escape while you delayed me out here? By the gods, I will show you my power today. Get out of my way woman!
There! I have caught you, what are you going to do now. Your screaming pleases me. Now you know pain, you mongrel. With your leg torn by my cutlass, let me see you run for it. I should have mercy? Didn’t my sister beg you? You were so consumed by your own desire that you have doomed her for life. No man will marry her now, except you, and I cannot let that happen. Look at you, crawling like a worm. You had a number of the village girls at your beck and call, but you chose the one girl you couldn’t have and brought disgrace to her name. Hahaha! Look at your feeble hand, torn from its joint. Perhaps, I ought to spare you and take away your manhood instead. But you would still have to marry my sister, and I cannot let her be childless. I will now end your pathetic life! What is this powder you have sprayed on my face? Poison? Then we will go together!
How the mighty fall. I, Ige, warrior of Aremo village, am dying by the hands of a weakling like Adekunle? I, who the heavens poured and the lighting danced at my birth, who by the age of fifteen had been to 2 wars and come back victorious, am dying? Was this all worth it? Should I have let him be tried by the village elders? I have caused the land to lose two of its sons. I must have no regrets! I cannot be sorrowful with impending death. Is this blood pouring from my nose? The poison is in effect. My time is up but I must show no pain, though my chest burns like the flames of hell. This painful oblivion is calling me. I have no choice but to yield. I am Ige, warrior of Aremo village, and I am going home.

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11 thoughts on “The Warrior’s Demise

  1. Nice……nice very powerful descriptions…I find that I identify with the warrior although I wouldn’t have made the silly mistake he made. I would have just killed him straight up

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  2. Great story … Very Very impressive work,the build up and suspense were intense and finally the end was impecable … Good job Oyedele 🙂

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  3. Gud 1 G..ur improving…….. But ur use of *qualms* sorta givs ur personal modern style away(hope u get) + its rili gud, buh itld hav bn better if ther was som sorta conversation, or anoda point of view frm adekunle for whr he let go of d poison……bu notwithstandn, ds z gud….ur improvin

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  4. Gud 1 G. Uv improved, ur use or *qualms* sorta gives away ur modern sef as oposed to a villager(hop u get). Thz z rili gd, but itlda bn beta if ther ws som sorta conversation. Or an alternate perspective frm the other guy for wen u let go of d poison…buh not withstandn, ths z rilli gud. Nyc1

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  5. Thanks guys….@Moyaart…d use of d word qualms was intentional, just my way of showing people dat words like vex, palaver and qualms are proper standard english words.

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  6. Quite different from the modern style you are used to. I so did not expect this from you. Wonderful choice of words too. I like d narrative technique you used. It creates a sort of suspense and doesn’t let on on what’s gonna happen next. Brilliant piece done in traditional style. I’m amazed Laolu, you have to know. You bring us these things from different angles. That just makes it all the more captivating. Great work.:)

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  7. Omo the guy vex gan nii oo…well he is willing T̶̲̥̅Ơ̴͡ do anything for his sisters well being…but the guy too Talk ahn ahn…Good work Laolu.

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  8. Hey i love your story…. love the suspense you built from the beginning down to the very end also the literature around it.

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  9. Another great story!

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  10. Thanks guys for the comments. I really appreciate it…. 🙂

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