The Devil

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 13

” We have to bury him” Mensah said in the wee hours of the next morning.

” I will take him home” i said.

” We don’t know if the streets are safe yet ” Lyon said.

I stood up and hefted My brother ‘ s heavy body over my shoulder, i staggered under his weight and Mensah reached out a hand to steady me. ” I am taking him home”

” let me carry him, i will come with you ” Mensah said seeing my mind was made up.

” No you stay here, you are wanted” i said.

They followed me to the church exit, opened the gate for me and i slipped out. The air smelled foul of dead bodies and i forced myself not puke. There were burnt tires on the road, some houses had been touched down. I walked slowly, my back ached from the weight of my dead brother’s body. I wondered if i still had a home, if my mother and Pam were alright.

” Who are you! Where are you from”? the group of boys i saw the previous day were suddenly upon me.

” My name is Kojo, am from Yoto ( A state in Togo). ”

” Who is that on your shoulder!”? The leader of the group barked at me.

” My …….my brother. He was shot yesterday”

” The soldiers are still roaming the streets.Where are you taking him?

” Home ” I said in a tired voice.

” You!” He pointed at one of his boys ” help our fellow brother take his late brother home. Make sure he is safe!”

The giant like man hefted Albert’ s body from my shoulder like a sack of rice and flung it on his shoulder ” Show me the way to your house”

” Thank you sir!” i called as i hurried after the rebel. We ducked several times when we thought the soldiers were coming. I was happy to see my father’ s mud houses were still standing, Mensah ‘ s compound had been burnt to the ground, not only is Ama one eyed now, she is also homeless and her brother is on the run. What a life! We knocked on Nma ‘ s door severally but there was no response, my escort gave the door a firece kick with his foot and it opened. My whole family, Nma( Mother), Npa ( Father), Pam, Kofa and Afine were huddled together in a corner of the small hut. They gave a chorus of screams as the door opened. My escort dropped Albert in the middle of the hut and left quietly.

” Ah my son……. My son….” Nma sobbed touching him.

Afine came closer and clutched his head to her chest wailing at the top of her lungs. That moment i realized that Afine must have been coerced by her family to marry my father. Afine never stopped loving my brother, little comfort that gave me anyway because it was too late. Npa ( Father) tried to touch him but Nma ( Mother) beat his hands away. Little Pam held his ( Albert)’ s stiff fingers crying. Kofa put his arms around his sister comforting her.

” My son……my son….. i prayed all night for the lord to keep you safe…..i prayed and cried all night hoping the good lord will keep you safe……my son…” Nma cried.

I sat in a corner of the hut feeling numb. It was like i was no longer capable of emotions.

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Yoto boys started killing the Northerners, the king called them and spoke to them. Some Northerners also lost their children on that fateful, he beseeched them to bury their deads and not take laws into their hands. The president gave a pathetic press release asking his armies to stop ‘ killing innocent’ people, in his words. Although the armies were no longer on the streets, people were still afraid to go out of their homes. Josey, my mother’ s distant cousin, who was also known as the Town’ s gossip lost her triplet girls on that day. The little girls were in Pam ‘ s class, Nma couldn’t go to the march on that fateful day because little Pam got sick the previous night.

Josey became dumb ever since her girls died, she doesn’t respond when spoken to, doesn’t talk to anyone. All she does is to stare at nothing. The girls and Albert were buried on the same day, some of my ex classmates also lost their lives including my friend, with whom i watch horror movies. During the funeral which was held in my father’ s compound, i was asked to go into the room where the girls were dressed. If Albert were to be alive, as their uncle, he would have performed the final rites of touching their heads with seven cowries seven times for their smooth transition into the other world.I entered the room, all three of them were on Nma’ s bamboo bed sleeping peacefully. They were attired in black and white poka dot gown. Their hair was in two braids. They looked beautiful except for the purplish colorings on their arms and forehead where the bullets had pierced them.

” Bertha, Filbert, Preta” tears streamed down my face. I repeated their names seven times touching their foreheads seven times respectively.