Fiction- EWA|| The Traditional Slay Queen

Fiction- EWA|| The Traditional Slay Queen
Oyasanjo laid on one of the bamboo benches in the market and stared at the moons in the sky. He watched in confusion as the moons fought with the cloud. He was drunk again. He did not bother to go to any of his friends because he doubted anyone would let him into their houses in the state he was in.
Like every other day, Oyasanjo had drifted back home to see friends and cause mischief. He had followed the canoe to the village not because he had cloths to sell in Ojulari market but because he felt like paying Awero, the popular palm-wine seller a visit. As usual, he forgot himself and did not notice the sunset such that by the time he got to the river bank, he discovered that the canoe for Ifelodun had already left.
Sanjo was not a heavy drinker but because he loved being around Awero, he joined the other men and drank half a keg. Awero however did not wait to see if he got back safe. As soon as she collected the cowries he paid for his palm-wine, she quickly gathered her gourds, locked up the stall and headed for Kalejaye where she came from. Sanjo was stranded.
He smiled again at the three moons in the sky, then suddenly jerked upright as he was blessed with a brilliant idea. He knew of a place where he would be welcomed. He whistled, colliding with trees as he headed to the river.
Oluweri’s back was turned to the village but her eyes were everywhere. She swayed from side to side as she spoke to the river but stopped abruptly when she felt a warm liquid sluice down her neck, reaching her back and dripping into the river. She let the acrid smell settle on her nose and knew immediately that the intruder had urinated on her. Still with her back turned, her hand flew up to strike him down but slowly, as if changing her mind, she let her hand fall back into the water.
The river goddess turned around. Her eyes followed the man as he went to her shrine and knelt at the entrance in worship, offering prayers for Ojulari and its people.
“I am one of the sons of this soil. I am Oyasanjo, one of Oluweri’s children. The goddess is beautiful and the land is blessed. Let your blessings continue to be upon our village. Ase.” He prayed and then stepped into the shrine to bow.
Oluweri nodded at his prayers. As he bent his head however, he threw up over the wooden idols that dotted the floor of the shrine then, promptly slumped beside his vomit and began to snore. The river goddess closed her eyes. He had desecrated her shrine but still, she chose to do nothing. She sank lower into the river, washing the urine from her back and pretended not to see what Sanjo had done.
Her head cocked to one side as she listened to the river. “Will you do nothing?” It asked.
Her eyes went to the shrine and she smiled deceptively.
“Yes, nothing.” She replied and sank deeper into the river.

As she went down, thunder roared and lightning struck some trees. The tumultuous breeze that followed signalled the beginning of doom for the village of Ojulari.
To be continued.
©Deborah Oluniran

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