TAKULAYA (A PARABLE)

                                                                     TAKULAYA

A parable....read.

Once upon a time in the ancient town of Hilahilo, there lived a very wicked farmer.

Takulaya was such a cruel man that his wife and children ran away from his house...their home. His malevolent exploits was aided by his possession of great and grave metaphysical powers.

He was so feared by the villagers and even the king, so much so that everyone avoided mentioning his name in their conversations.

Straying children were usually his victims as no one could really explain why these little ones usually developed stomach troubles whenever they walked around his large house. When this happened and the child defecates on the ground, the child would stool to death on getting home.

It was no news that Takulaya always cast a poison spell on children's faeces. This ensured the death of the unfortunate child within 24hrs.

And so it happened on this day, that Takulaya on his way back from his farm found a huge mound of shit right at the entrance of the wooden gate that led to his house. He smiled a wickedly joyful smile at another rare opportunity to throw a household into mourning.

He knelt down before the shit and spoke out the mortal spell in indecipherable incantations,

"Askranbatu atutubashay iskandumeyunta inakuwanoo ogbolomiyo"

As soon as these incantations left his mouth, the mound of shit exploded in flames, blinding his eyes. Takulaya coughed aloud and fell face first into the burning shit.

Quickly, a vision came into his mind and he saw himself in his farm and some young children looked down at him from a tall tree.

Next he saw them climbing down hurriedly like squirrels and they dug up and stole his shit from under the earth where he had buried it that morning when he answered nature's call.

After stealing Takulaya's excrement, the boys flew off like fleeing sparrows dropping off the stolen goods in front of the wooden gate that led to his house.

The vision ended abruptly and Takulaya realised that he had cast a spell on his own shit, which was now burning him up.

As he was roasted in the shitty fire, voices of wailing children could be heard from all the rooms in his large house.

The voices can still be heard today, especially at midnight. Even the smell of Takulaya's burning shit still sits still in the air.

KUNLE OMOPE.

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