OLUKWU THE NATIVE DOCTOR PT 5

Olukwu sat cross legged at the center of his shrine, as he busied himself with mixing of the potion.

His mind was focused on the job at hand. So focused in fact that he seemed indifferent to Pamela's singing outside.

In the past few days, her feelings for him had gone from infatuation to borderline obsession.Now she was talking about starting a family.To be fair, the concept of marriage terrified Olukwu. Even before his CALLING,he had hated it.He hated children. They were too noisy and smelled terrible.
The truth was he couldn't stand the company of a woman for too long.
He couldn't stand the company of ANYONE for too long.



Pamela's presence this past week reinforced that, now more than ever.She was always in his face with her love songs and the constant "sharp-sharp".
So far, she had succeeded in disorganizing his potions and amulets all in  the name of "cleaning up the place"
It had taken him hours to find most of the ingredients  he needed for the potion.
Last night, Pamela had been harassing him about coming to meet her parents.
"Ekwa!" he had exclaimed.
"As your Native Doctor or as your what biko......?"he had asked sitting up suddenly in the middle of the night.
To his shame, they had just concluded a fourth round of "Sharp-Sharp" and he was feeling like he had just fallen off a very tall palm tree.

His whole body ached and he knew she wasn't done with him yet.
"ah-ah?.....my love  we should get married and start a family nau!" she said before she started to cry.

"Or....(sob) you don't love me any more....(sob)....whyyyyyyyyyyyyy?" then she started crying.

And if there was anything worse than Pamela's singing, it was her  crying.
It was loud enough to wake the mermaid spirits deep within the river.

"Ekwa!Okay...okay" he had said trying to silence the crying girl,

"We will marry biko....once I am ready" he had told her

Instantly, her face brightened up.

"....you mean it?"she asked leaning towards him again.

".....cause alllllll......"

But he cut her off before before she go any further
"My love.." he began.

She smiled......

"My heart warms when you call me that" she said delightfully.

"Please if you love me, don't.....don't sing that song again"he concluded.

She agreed to never sing that song again.

Now as he busied himself with the potion that would release him from his " dilemma"
he could hear her singing again outside.

"...and heeeeee is my African king....the maaaaan of my dreams......"

This new song was arguably less annoying than the previous one but for now, it was bearable.
I have to finish this potion.He thought to himself.

OLUKWU!!!"

"Please leave me alone," he said without even raising his head.

GIVING HER THAT POTION WOULD RELEASE HER FROM YOUR SPELL....AT THE RISK OF HER SANITY!!!!"

"Yes....yes I know,.....so?"

"SHE COULD GO MAD....IF EMEKA DOESN'T RETURN HER LOVE" the voice of the Spirits said.
"Look,....I can not keep her here to rape me every night....my waist cannot take it"he said with a hint of irritation.

"BUT THIS WAS ALL YOUR DOING OLUKWU"

Yes...yes I know...that is why I am 'undoing' it...ekwa?"he responded

"HER FATE IS IN YOUR HANDS.......CHOOSE WISELY" then it left.

Olukwu knew what he was about to do was dangerous.He knew her being in the shrine was his fault. If there were a way to keep her without "touching" her,he would do it.
But she was too much of a temptation.
Resisting her was near impossible, no matter how hard he tried.
He had lost count how many times he had "had" her.He couldn't lie to himself anymore.

This was the only way.

After another hour of mixing the potion, he mouthed an ancient incantation over it... and it was ready.Now all he had to do was to get her to drink it.


"O.C......O.C....."Emeka yelled at the insanely busty Police woman by the counter. He had lost count of how many days he had been in the cell. The stench of urine,feces and smelly armpits made the inside of the cell a horrible place  to breathe in.

He knew it was a long shot. But after days of being beaten up by the police and his cellmates, he was inclined to try anything.

"....Please I need to make a call....please"he pleaded with the seemingly indifferent Police woman.

Perhaps now Pamela would answer if he called.He thought to himself.
Despite all he was going through,he was still worried about her.Maybe if i'd proposed to her, she wouldn't be missing.....maybe.....He thought.
But right now, he didn't know what he felt for her. All he wanted was her safe return.He had to try her number again.

"Please,...."he yelled

"Bros....u dey make noise oh"came a heavy voice from behind him.He didn't need to turn around, he knew who it was.

His name was Bomsy ....or Bomsy THE G.O.C.

A night ago Bomsy and the rest of the cell had slapped him around for failure to "dance" for them properly.
It was hell being in this place.

"O.C!!!"he yelled

"ooooooh!she exclaimed throwing a small tantrum in the process.It was then he realized that she had been staring into her phone all this time.

"Mtchewwww, CandyCrush wey I dey play ....I don come make mistake......no disturb me o"She said with a lot of irritation in her voice. Then she returned to her phone again.

This isn't happening Emeka thought......this isn't happening.




That Night, OLUKWU gave Pamela the potion to drink.At first she  rejected it,because it smelled really awful.
But after he had told her to prove  her love to him by drinking it, she held her breath,winced and drank.
Almost immediately, she dozed off. Which was very unlike her.She usually couldn't go through a whole night without "sharp-sharp".

Olukwu rolled over and for the first time in two weeks had uninterrupted sleep.


The next morning, he woke up to find Pamela standing over him staring at him blankly.

For a long time, she just stood there not saying anything with that vacant expression On her face .

"Ekwa,....Pamela,.....?"he called out. But she just stood there. Soundlessly

"THE POTION IS WORKING....SHE DOES NOT KNOW WHO OR WHERE SHE IS.....COMMAND HER TO RETURN TO EMEKA!!!" the Voice of the Spirits said.


Olukwu looked  at Pamela as she stood there.For the past few weeks he had grown used to her singing and constant attention. It dawned on him that this was it.
She would be out of his life forever.
He felt a little sad.In a strange way, he was going to miss her.He realized that.
He wondered if he was doing the right thing.If risking her sanity was wise. But she had already taken the potion.


With a long sigh, Olukwu commanded Pamela to return to her house....to return to Emeka.
Without a word, she simply turned around(zombie-like) and walked out of the shrine.




It was as if a veil were lifted from her eyes. All of a sudden, Pamela found herself in front of her house.
Strange parts of her body ached and her feet felt sore like she'd been walking for hours.All she had on was her night gown and nothing else. Had she gone out like this? she thought to herself.
Why couldn't she remember? The last thing she remembered was leaving her house to see Olukwu  and after that.........nothing.
She had flashes here and there of Olukwu with his shirt off(which she found very disturbing) and flashes of  The River side and that song she couldn't get out of her head.

She felt sore......like marathon-sex sore.
It all didn't make any sense.Now she was standing outside her house in her night gown, bare footed, hungry,confused with that song in her head playing over and over again.

As she opened her front gate....she could see her mother's car parked in the yard.
What's mummy doing here she wondered and what day was it?

"PAMELA!!!!!!!" came her mother's hysterical voice.

She looked up to see her mother burst out of her front door at a speed she didn't think the woman was capable .
Her mother's body slammed into her ......HARD.
Pamela almost fell over.

"Oh my sweet baby"her mother said in tears.

"...you're alive"

Pamela had no idea what was going on. But she held on to her mother....tightly.




"Oya..dance for us"the  Bomsy was shouting as the other cell mates  started clapping.

WHACK!!! Came a vicious slap.To be fair, in the dimly lit cell, Emeka couldn't tell where the slap had come from.
His ears were still ringing from the last two slaps he had received.

He had to keep on dancing to their stupid song;
"You don enter...to commot E no easyyyy......you don enterrr.....to commot e no easyyyyyy"the clapping continued.
And so did Emeka's humiliation that evening.


Pamela was in tears by the time they got to the police station.Her mother's tale of what Emeka had suffered due her disappearance hurt her deeply.
She felt terrible.
Then they got out of the car and entered the station

Eventually when they brought Emeka out of the Cell....Pamela broke down.The sight of him hurt....it really hurt.
She threw her arms around him.She didn't care how badly he smelled, she didn't care how badly he looked.
Just holding him felt good...she felt safe.....she would never leave him again....EVER.

Emeka felt like he was dreaming.Pamela? Here?.....alive?
She smelled like she hadn't had a bath.But it was the best smell in the world.

"You're the love of my life......the love of my life" he said in tears.

"I will never leave you....never"  he whispered




OLUKWU stood staring at the river that evening.He had to admit.The shrine felt lonely.The Spirits had told him that Pamela was fine.She had found the love of her life.
The Native Doctor was happy for her...but also sad.
 He was never going to see her again.

"Well......no more wahala... all my problems are settled" Olukwu shrugged as he started to turn to turn around.


"NOT QUITE!!!!!" The Voice of the Spirits said.

"Ah...ah?....what is it again?"he asked.

He heard someone behind him.

He turned around to find the disgruntled looking ANITA and UBONG.
They just stood  there with pure murder in their eyes.

"When am I due??????" Ubong asked with rage in his voice.

Olukwu just stared at them in shock and said in a very small voice.....;

"ekwa.......?"



LIFE IS A CHOICE MY FRIEND
SO CHOOSE WISELY
ENOUGH SAID