THE LEGEND OF KIWAKAAZI
BOOK FOUR
THE MESSENGER‘S MESSAGE II — RESURRECTION
The story revolves around a nineteen year old intelligent young scientist, Kiwakaazi, in ancient Africa. He was accused and found guilty of an incident that claimed many lives in the then Nibooman (Land of Inventions or Western Empire) of Africa. As punishment, he was banished to find a special plant that bears a special flower in Nomposuro (dark and evil forest). There was only one slight problem. The kranjus (immortal guardians) stand in his way. How is thin, weak and naive Kiwakaazi going to survive in Nomposuro? The epic and yet very spiritual journey of Kiwakaazi and other related stories has been captured in this story. Hope you enjoy it!
Chapter 39: The Magical A4 Sheets Story Index >>
“I must commend you for how far you have come, young intruder. But you will agree with me that nothing we have shown you so far is a lie. We the gods have power to see the present, past and future of men. We teach them how to deal with their problems and gain relief from emotional pain,” elucidated Shutu.
Kiwkaazi’s last encounter with the gods promised to end with a bang. He sat before them in a very comfortable seat. The seat was woven with cane and the cushions were soft. Mayale sat between her two brothers; Abra to her left and Shutu to her right. The three gods sat behind a table with stack of papers on the table before them. “Let us begin,” said the only goddess, standing, Mayale. She picked an A4 sized sheet and let it go. The paper floated. Kiwakaazi caught the paper and on it he saw the following moving images:
Obenfo Molade sat in a chair behind a table with a book in front of him. He was busily reading. Only a few pages remained for him to end the book. He closed the book and took a paper from his pocket. He scribbled the words ‘Kiwakaazi’ and ‘guanvibushi’ on the paper. He relaxed in the chair and closed his eyes for a while. Suddenly his phone rang. He put his hand in his pocket, removed his phone and pressed it close to his left ear. He said, “Hello.”
The voice on the other side spoke. Obenfo Molade got out of his chair and said, “Do everything you can. I will be there shortly.” He was finally at Dwenmoda; a village that was very close to the Northern Empire. A beautiful young lady probably in her early twenties met him. She looked very sad. Obenfo Molade asked, “Am I too late?” The lady nodded. Obenfo Molade said, “I am sorry.” The lady said, “Follow me. You need to see this.”
“A baby!” exclaimed Obenfo Molade when he heard the cries of a baby. “Do you want to hold him?” asked the young lady. Obenfo Molade touched the baby and was overwhelmed with emotions, so overwhelmed that he cried. “How did this happen?” asked Obenfo Molade.
“It took us some time but we finally figured it out. A lizard-like reptile died in their river. The decomposing body of the reptile released toxins that poisoned the water. All those who consumed water from the river died and when I say all… I mean the entire village,” answered the young lady.
“So how did this boy survive?” questioned Obenfo Molade. “His mother’s love I guess. When we arrived his mother was already in labor. Many were already dead and the few remaining were in the process of dying. She was very strong and determined to have her baby. She only gave in to death after giving birth.”
“I see,” said Obenfo Molade. “I will adopt him and raise him as if he were my own,” he added. The young lady was excited and said, “That’s wonderful.” Then she asked, “Do you have a name in mind?” Obenfo Molade smiled and answered, “Kiwakaazi!”
The gods threw their first blow. Kiwakaazi was adopted! Obenfo Molade and Naa Lamle were not his biological parents. He had been lied to. He had been conned. His whole life had been built on a lie. The emotions of sadness and anger rushed in. But there is more to be revealed. Mayale picked a second A4 sheet and on it the movie continued:
Earlier that same day, Naa Lamle visited a spiritualist — a spiritualist we know named Nuumo Tsuru. She was kneeling before the man and crying bitterly. She said, “Please help me wise one. I have travelled the world. I have done everything, and yet I always miscarry when I am pregnant.”
Nuumo Tsuru asked her to rise up and sit on a stool. He entered a back room. A white cloth hung at the entrance of this room. He was there for about eight minutes. When he came out, he told Naa Lamle, “I have a bit of good and bad news. You will soon become a mother, but this child will not be born of your womb.” Naa Lamle just wanted a baby. It was really not good news but the prospects of having a baby excited her. She asked, “When is this going to happen?” Nuumo Tsuru answered, “Very soon.” And soon it was. Later that day, Obenfo Molade returned from his many trips with a son, a beautiful boy he named Kiwakaazi. Naa Lamle held him in her arms and fell in love with him instantly. She said, “From this moment, I live and will die for you, my precious son.”
Kiwakaazi was not an emotional person but what he saw made him very emotional. Tears run down his cheeks. His family; they were not his biological parents but loved him very much. He didn’t want to lose that. He wished he could go back home and it will all be just a nightmare. His father will be alive and the pain he had put his mother through would have been erased. He would do anything for that.
The gods revealed more things:
Nuumo Tsuru was sitting in a comfortable sofa. It was Obenfo Molade’s home. Nuumo Tsuru was holding a calabash of palm wine. Naa Lamle entered from the kitchen and sat directly in front of Nuumo Tsuru in another sofa. A long center table separated them. Nuumo Tsuru sipped some of the wine and asked, “How is your son?” “He is fine,” answered Naa Lamle. “What brings you here?” she asked.
Well, Kiwakaazi was not fine. It was around this same time that he was being beaten and laughed at by Yedi and the other kids at Tumushie.
Nuumo Tsuru placed his calabash of wine on the table. “I came for your son,” replied Nuumo Tsuru. “My son… why?” asked Naa Lamle. Nuumo Tsuru reached for his calabash filled with wine and took another sip. He answered, “Your son, Kiwakaazi, was born with a unique destiny. The path to reaching this destiny will take him through Nomposuro. I have come to take him under my wing, to train and prepare him for that journey.” Naa Lamle sat in silence. She thought, ‘Nomposuro… Nomposuro, where have I ever heard this word?’
“No!” suddenly exclaimed Naa Lamle. “I will not allow that,” added the poor mother. Nuumo Tsuru said, “I anticipated you would react this way. But think about this carefully.” Naa Lamle said, “Every time I close my eyes I see my son’s future. My visions are always the same. My son will be very handsome, very successful and very rich. He will marry a beautiful woman who will bless me with six grandchildren. I don’t really care about the sex. I will love them because I love him. Never have I envisioned my son spending even a second in an evil place like Nomposuro. I am sorry wise Nuumo Tsuru but I cannot agree to this.” Nuumo Tsuru sipped some more wine from the calabash. He placed it on the table, sighed and motioned towards the entrance. He grabbed the door knob and froze. He said, “I understand how you feel as a mother. But know this: people who are born with a unique kind of destiny like your son’s cannot avoid it.” He turned the knob, opened the door and exited.
Finally, it was time to reveal the identity or identities of those who masterminded his banishment. Brace yourself. It is a real shocker. A third A4 sheet was passed to Kiwakaazi by air and these are the secrets it held:
Kiwakaazi saw four men having a meeting in a secret room. Chairing this meeting was Prince Kuame. Remember him; the man who sentenced Kiwakaazi to death. He reminded his guests; Obenfo Molade, Obenfo Munyiwa and Draco Kalala about the strings he had to pull to secure the positions these high men of society were currently enjoying. As the saying goes, “You scratch my back and I scratch yours.” He had scratched their backs and now his back is itchy and needs a good scratch from them. What was causing this itch? His father; Quaazi (the most intelligent of all men) Deladem was almost sixty-years old and that means he will soon name a crowned prince. Prince Kuame’s informants tell him his cousin, Prince Dzifa, was going to be crowned prince and future Quaazi (Emperor). Only two options remain — kill the Quaazi or Prince Dzifa before the announcement. So how do they do this and still remain blameless?
They say that when faced with a complex problem, sometimes the simplest solution is the best solution. This problem was very complex but truly had a simple solution and it was Obenfo Molade’s idea. Killing Prince Dzifa will make it too obvious. Quaazi Deladem is old and as ruler of the west has many enemies. No one will easily consider his son to be the one who plotted his assassination. But to ensure that there is no link between Prince Kuame and his father’s death, they will have to do the unthinkable. “What is this unthinkable?” inquired Prince Kuame.
I hope you are ready because this is when things get sticky.
Let’s go back many years to when Kiwakaazi was young. We all know that he wrote the formula for the compound that caused the catastrophe in the Western Empire. But he never actually synthesized it. It was his father, Obenfo Molade. He did not only synthesize the chemical but made improvements to his son’s original formula.
Obenfo Molade was a genius. He knew that occupying the coveted spot as Director ofThe Central Research Bureau into Herbs and Medicines (CREBIHEM) comes with some very difficult responsibilities. I am sure you remember the Guvive (Festival of abundance and sharing) celebrated by the Southern Empire, some people believe the disease that affected the people of the Southern Empire during the reign of Jaazi Sadaaku was not natural. A synthetic compound synthesized by the director of the CREBIHEM at the time was responsible for the disease.
It was during the reign of Jaazi Sadaaku of the Southern Empire and Quaazi Ziga of the Western Empire. It was a period of growth and development in the history of the west. There was high demand for certain materials in Nibooman (Western Empire). One such material was wood. Nibooman, home of intelligent men had cut down many trees in their empire and still needed more. But clearing the entire vegetation will alter the climate of the world (which was just Africa).
Jumapafie (The southern empire) had preserved their vegetation because of some religious mumbo jumbo. They believed the gods resided in the forests. They believed the trees were custodians of wisdom. Since wisdom comes with age, the very old trees were the wisest.
Quaazi Ziga promised to give Jaazi Sadaaku women, lands, gold and all the precious things western empire can afford but failed to convince the just and wise leader of the south. To Sadaaku, he will rather burn in hell than to sell his empire; his home; his legacy. “No!” The biggest “no” was his answer. But what Jaazi Sadaaku did not know was that there are many ways to kill a cat. Quaazi Ziga gets whatever he wants even if it means burning the obstacle in hell.
Quaazi Ziga’s top medical scientist, Obenfo Jabari is believed to have synthesized the chemical that was responsible for the disease that infected the southern empire. To save his people, Jaazi Sadaaku had to agree to Quaazi Ziga’s proposal. Only the second proposal did not come with wealth, just plain old, “Save my people and I will supply you timber for cheap and for a very long time to come.”
Ever since this incident, whenever the westerners wanted something they were not going to get, they use this old trick and it always worked. Yes! It was the same trick they used when they wanted to destroy Nananompofie. And Quaazi Deladem planed on using this same old trick to get something from another empire and Obenfo Molade will have to play a very important role in the acquisition of whatever his Quaazi (Emperor) Deladem wanted.
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