THE LEGEND OF KIWAKAAZI

The western empire was the richest. With their vast wealth, they always feared their neighbors would be jealous and attack them. They had spies in the remaining three empires. They also had scientists working for them in secret in these empires. These scientists were natives of the respective empires; trained by the western empire to serve their interest in their homes.

Scientists in the Northern Empire; in the village of Agra inside the kingdom of Rabataka discovered in large quantities a black liquid in the earth. They examined the liquid and submitted a report to Quaazi Deladem. The liquid according to these scientists could be very useful as an energy resource. It could also be used as raw material in the manufacture of many useful materials. The west must lay hands on this liquid and exploit it for its benefit and maybe for the entire world.

Quaazi Deladem submitted a mouthwatering proposal to Muaazi (Emperor) Hadari of the North. He wanted his scientist to conduct experiments in Agra. He had credible Intel that Agra had been blessed with something rare and precious. Whatever this is, they will share the benefits equally. Quaazi Deladem was ready to give Muaazi Hadari lands, estates and shares in huge corporations in his empire if he will agree to this proposal.

But Muaazi Hadari was no different from Jaazi Sadaaku and turned down this proposal. He claimed he discussed the proposal with his Amir (Kings) and Sheik (chiefs) and they did not want any part of the dark magic the westerners called science. It always comes with a price — a very high price.

Quaazi Deladem like his predecessors would do anything to get what he wanted. He called Obenfo Molade and handed him Project Ife. Project Ife was the code name Quaazi Ziga gave the first project. He named it after his beautiful daughter, Ife whose death was his inspiration. Quaazi Ziga loved his daughter and if he had been asked to destroy the entire world just to save his daughter, he would have destroyed the world. Jaazi Sadaaku loved his people and would sacrifice trees if it was the only way to save them from pain and death.

A day before Obenfo Molade was summoned before Quaazi Deladem, he chanced upon the formula. It happened after his argument with his son. He went into Kiwakaazi’s old room in his house wondering how it happened. How the son he loved very much grew up so quickly. While going through Kiwakaazi’s old stuff; while reminiscing about the good old days he had with his son, he found a folder with the word “Tumushie” on it. This folder spelled out in details reagents, equations, conditions of temperature and pressure, catalysts, reaction mechanisms and possible products. The major product of this process had later been described in the folder as a pain inducing product detailing some pharmacodynamics of the product. It was brilliant and cruel. But it was the answer Quaazi Deladem needed. All that was required was a cure before the chemical is tested.

On the next magical and blank A4 sheet, Kiwakaazi saw the following:

“No!” exclaimed Kiwakaazi. “This is all a lie. My father was never a member of a secret society. My father will never do this!” The next A4 sheet revealed why Obenfo Molade joined a secret society and why he did it:

“Do you now understand? The person who engineered your banishment is the person you love very much in this world. You lovingly called him ‘Papa.’ You thought he loved you too but he lied to you and wanted you dead. It is useless to sacrifice yourself for man. You want to redeem yourself; to right the wrong but it was never your fault to begin with. So why don’t you give up on this fool’s errand already? You can go back home. We know a way out. You will have all the wealth you need. You will have all the beautiful women in this world to keep you company. And if it is revenge you want, we will help you get that also. All you have to do is to come with us and leave Nomposuro now,” explained Shutu.  

Mayale added her voice. “Or we can take it all away. We will reset time. Your father will still be alive and this problem you are desperately trying to fix will not exist. Your mother will not be home worried sick about you now and you will not have to sacrifice neither your life nor Deila’s. Yes, you heard right Kiwakaazi. Nompotse is too strong and you will lose to him.”

Finally Abra spoke: “So which of the two paths do you choose? Will you continue your journey in this haunted forest or will you save yourself and your love?” asked the ruha of anger.

Kiwakaazi lowered his head. He did not know what to do — which path to choose?

Anambre just finished showing Kiwakaazi the life of the last man, Kiwakaazi II and his son Jenak who allowed himself to be ruled by pride. He turned to Kiwakaazi and asked, “Do you understand everything?” Kiwakaazi nodded in agreement.

Sukye finally found a girl he liked. He wanted a second chance with her. He died and reincarnated as Zakaru. As Zakaru he achieved a great deal in life. He could have achieved even more but for love his great life had to come to an end. Later, Zakaru Sidiata (the immortal) reincarnated as Feitu. The words “knock and ye shall be opened, seek and ye shall find” might be very true. His third time of asking as Feitu found him love in the arms of Ailla. Unfortunately, Feitu’s appetite for love was too big. He cannot be blamed. He had been searching for love for too long. He died not content with the short time he spent with love, Ailla. He reincarnated as Jenak and expected his forth love spell to last longer. But what would have been the greatest love story yet was cut short.

Jenak is responsible for the creation of Nomposuro. He wanted to save the woman he loved and came into contact with Yezar (pride). He was influenced and summoned a host of supernatural beings into the world. They would have caused pain in the world and used the pain to manipulate the hearts of men. They would have driven men away from the Gyaatis and away from Akaani. Jenak’s mother Tinle Dedeli arrived early enough to seal the Kranjus in a pseudo-spiritual realm on earth; Nomposuro. She sacrificed herself for her son and the world.

“Only the creator can undo his creation. This is a law of the universe,” said Anambre. “Kiwakaazi, you are the reincarnation of Jenak. You created Nomposuro and only you can destroy it. It has been almost five centuries. The power of the seal has weakened. Very soon, the kranjus will be released from their prison. They will wreak havoc on the world as earlier planned with or without a Gyaati. They will destroy many lives because they are angry and can only be satiated after a few thousand lives have been taken.

“Remember Kiwakaazi, only you can stop them. But be careful. Nompotse is the strongest and his tricks are the most difficult to break. May Oogu protect you,” blessed Anambre.

Kiwakaazi was disappearing but he did not want to leave. He was still scared. He yelled, “I can’t do this without you. Don’t send me there alone. At least come with me.” Anambre answered him saying, “Maybe you didn’t get me. Oogu will be with you. I will be with you. I always have. Don’t be afraid. Just don’t be afraid. Remember, to win sometimes you must lose.”