Oba Ejola sunk his fangs deep into Adebola’s forearm as the hunter let out a cry of pain. He managed to switch his cutlass to his left arm and struck with all his strength severing the snake’s head. He staggered backwards, into a wall, watching as the remains of the snake danced and writhed in pain spurting pungent dark red blood everywhere.
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Ma, pè é
Ma, pè é
Ma, pè é
Ma, pè é
Ma, pè é
Ma, pè é
Oooooooba mi ooooooooo…
Labake smiled as the cold zephyr travelled down her back. She loved it when he answered her only after her first call. It gave the impression that he had missed her and he had been looking forward to seeing her. She closed her eyes and bowed her head in worship and absolute surrender as she felt his growing presence.
A knowing darkness descended upon the average-sized bedroom further confirming his arrival. It had been almost six full moons since she last summoned him; longer than she thought it would be but their last meeting didn’t exactly go the way she wanted, neither did the one before that but she knew he adored her; after all she was his bride. Betrothed from birth…
Ewe ti a ba ja sowo otun, otun nii gbe
Eyi ti a ba ja sowo osi, osi nii gbe
Bi o bale bi o bale ni labalaba fii wogbo
Nitori bi a ba pe oku ni popo, alaye ni dahun
Bi pepeye ba mi okuta, omi nii fii su
Mo pe o Labake la ti oni lo, o di aya oba ejola…
She heard the words again, as they left her mother’s mouth; her beloved mother, Kokumo, who had recently passed away. An only daughter with striking resemblance with her mother; Labake and Kokumo developed an unbelievable bond and many feared for her when her mother passed but if only they knew she had him. No. Not Adebola her husband, she had her king and he helped lessen the pain. He visited her regularly whenever she could get away from her nosy husband. Theirs is a bond that is hard to understand yet it is stronger than most for although she could not touch him and he could not hold her, she loved him completely and he adored her.
It was for that reason and that reason alone that she had decided to give up her child, her only son, her Temitope. She had burst into tears during his ikomo when her mother-in-law named him. Tears of joy, some might have thought but her grief ran deeper than anyone could imagine. He had warned her on countless occasions that he would not tolerate her bearing another man’s seed.
“Oba mi…Laaroye… I am yours and yours alone but I am also a woman. I have needs. Mortal needs.”She had sobbed uncontrollably as he silenced her when she first mentioned she was with child.
He had hissed fiercely yet his cold eyes showed his understanding. He would not leave her. Yet he would not share her heart with another mortal. Not a man and especially not a child.
He stayed away for six months, waiting for the day he would come to reclaim her. Six full moons had passed and the time had come for her to fulfill her promise. This was a bittersweet moment for Labake for as much as she had tried, she couldn’t help not falling in love with her child, her unfortunate bundle of joy. From the moment she laid her eyes on him, she knew. She knew she would struggle when the time came but this wasn’t exactly her decision to make.
He called out to her. His voice echoed in her head. Deep, sweet, sonorous, like pure unadulterated honey.
Laalu ogiri oko
Ajongolo okunrin ogun
Abani w’oran b’aorida
O gbegi sonso bo’ju eewo
Jeje l’elekun n sukun, Laaroye de’be on sunje
Jeje l’onija nja, laaroye de’be o y’obe
Oba l’oni mi t’eru t’ile
Oba Ejola l’olokan, ara, at’emi mi
She looked up just as he began to take form. All thirty-six feet of glorious green yellow and black patterned scales; yellow eyes with black slits that looked into your very soul. His crown was raised showing off his pale yellow ribbed neck and underbelly.
He was beautiful.
He drew near her, wrapping his body around her legs, around her waist, her neck; caressing her. He stopped to graze her skin with his fangs ever so slightly, sending a ripple of pleasure through her body drawing some blood each time. She closed her eyes in anticipation, her heart beating faster as she felt his sleek form trailing downwards through the gap between her breasts unconsciously tickling her slightly protruding idodo. He moved on and by the time his head got to her centre and finally eased in his tongue, she convulsed; wave after wave of pleasure spreading across her glistering nakedness.
She lay there bathing in the aftershocks of ecstasy. She watched him move deftly towards her Temitope. She heard her baby cry, his jaws spread wide open revealing parts even she had never seen. And then, he began. Starting from its legs, he began to swallow; inch by inch, one part after the other. She watched helplessly, tears rolling down her cheeks as he forced the lump slowly down his throat.
The ritual was taking longer than she had envisaged, she could tell a lot of time had passed for she had cried so much, her tears had dried up. Adebola was welcomed by the muffled sounds coming from his bedroom and he rushed into the room to find out what was going on. The unbelievable sight of the incredibly large snake on his bed sent him tumbling to the ground. He managed to find his footing and took one quick glance at his wife and then, almost instinctively, his eyes wandered to the empty cot close to the bedroom door and then the bulging belly of the surprisingly calm snake and he knew what had happened. As if possessed by some form of demon, Adebola dashed out of the room, into the kitchen where he picked up his ada and then back into the bedroom and without wasting time, he moved to the side, out of the path of the snake, and raised his cutlass to strike. Oba Ejola tried to raise itself preparing to strike but could not. He was weighed down by the child he had just swallowed.
Labake sat on the floor on one side of the room, hypnotized. He would not have his beloved involved. She could see it all but do nothing but shed tears. Tears for Temitope and tears of worry for her prince. Adebola moved in for the kill. His first strike missed by an inch and gave the snake a chance to attack. Oba Ejola sunk his fangs deep into Adebola’s forearm as the hunter let out a cry of pain. He managed to switch his cutlass to his left arm and struck with all his strength severing the snake’s head. He staggered backwards, into a wall, watching as the remains of the snake danced and writhed in pain spurting pungent dark red blood everywhere. Only then did Adebola realize the snake’s head was still attached to his arm. He forced open the snake’s mouth and flung it across the room even as he slowly began to lose consciousness.
Labake found her voice and let out a guttural wail. She rushed to her lover’s side and wrapped her arms around the bulge that was once her Temitope’s body. There she lay and wept. She wept till the dry fountains of her eyes began to flow again; she wept till her eyes closed, heavy with grief.
It was the same voice. Same pitch, same melodious pattern. She could hear it. Not just in her head but with her ears too. It couldn’t be. Her eyes followed the sound till they rested on Adebola’s frame. He smiled. Her heart was filled with joy for she finally understood.
Adebola smiled and stared at her through his black and yellow eyes.
Written by @thetoolsman and @Woulk3r