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The Witch Lightfinger's Son
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The Witch Lightfinger's Son

The Witch's Light-finger Son. 

"The Witch's Lightfinger Son" An ebook story series written by O. Emmanuel Efosa is one of his numerous folktales from the ancient African. It tells a story about a widow who ventures into the unknown to find answers to her problems at all course. She finds her purpose but there is always a price for every desire and she most.pay. 


Series one:

 

The Widow's Dilemma.


  A very long time ago, in one of the remote villages of West Africa, there lived a man named Aigbonlahor and his wife, Imatitikwa. They had six children and lived in a mud house he inherited from his father. He was a peasant farmer and the sole breadwinner of his family. And they survived only on the produces from his farm.

  One eventful evening, Aigbonlahor came back shivering. He complained to his wife that had a sudden fever while he was working at the farm. Then, he asked her to make tea from some herbs he brought out from his goatskin bag. She did and gave him a portion of it. He drank it after he had eaten his supper, and went straight to bed.

  The next morning, the the villagers were awoken by the loud noise echoing in the air. It was Imatitikwa's voice wailing that her husband had died in his sleep. Their neighbors rushed in and his family came in. She explained he had died after the brief illness.

  Aigbonlahor's family buried their brother immediately. And they did not perform their full burial rites for him. They postponed other ceremonies until his children would grow up. All this was because Imatitikwa could not afford the exorbitant expense. But they gave her portion of the bathwater from his dead body to drink. It was one of the customs of their tribe at that time, to prove she was innocent of her husband's death. She drank and they were all satisfied and left for their homes.

  Six months after the burial, Imatitikwa lost her oldest son mysteriously. He was barely twelve years old and died in his sleep like his father. She was greatly devastated, for she had not fully recovered from her husband's dismissal. Another one happened and rumors were going on in the village that she was a witch. Her closest neighbor, Ugiagbe said she killed her husband and son for her witchcraft. It spread like wildfire in hamattan session.

  Friends and family disassociated themselves from her out of fear for their own lives. They did not want to die untimely like Aigbonlahor and his son. So things got worst for her and the rest of children. They could hardly eat. One night, she could not sleep, being full of thoughts. She reasoned she was going to loose all she had, excerpt something was done about her situation very fast. She concluded she would be who the rumors was saying she was.

  The following day, she decided to go visit one old woman at the outskirt of the village. None of the villagers dare go to that part of the town, for they were afraid of that area because of the old woman who was a renowned witch. 

  When Imatitikwa got to the old woman's hut, she was surprised to see her there. No human had visited for many decades, so she asked "what brought you to my place". Imatitikwa told her all she had been through. She completed her story saying "I want to be initiated into witchcraft" The old woman listened attentively without a word. "So that I can protect and provide for my children" She added. The old woman explained to her that it was a hard thing to do. "But it is possible, my child". She assured her. Then, Imatitikwa replied "I will do whatever it takes me to achieve my purpose, mama".  

  So the old woman stood up and walked towards an ancient cupboard opposite her. She reached out to a container in there and opened it. There were several pieces of dried meat inside. She brought out one of them and gave it to Imatitikwa. "Eat this alone, when you get home" She said to her. The widow did not even look at the object because she remembered she had not prepared dinner for her children. She kneeled down, thanked the old woman and hurried home. 




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Emmanuel O. Efosa
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Edo State, Nigeria
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