Sometimes,no most times our hearts are bruised by those we look up to for comfort. We find the hands we stretched ours to for support as the ones behind the knife that pierces us deep in our hearts. The shock of betrayal almost numbs the pain that stings us. It is in this moment that we lift our eyes up,to the light that shineth from above:remembering that there is no night in zion.Believing that it gets darkest before the dawn.
All the houses that led to the Kansie shrine had no aluminum roofing. The first thing you noticed at the premises were the skull of donkeys in the rocks that housed the shrine. The skulls were kept buried because whenever it was left in the sun, the entire village suffered migraines. Everyone who entered the shrine had to be topless. No one ever returned from Kansie still bearing whatever issue had caused them to enter into it in the first place. This was where recognized fetish priests sought fortification from; and where they directed important people to seek help when they knew they could not handle the situation they brought with them. One had to be parsimonious and ready to do as was directed, because when the gods decided on what sacrifice they wanted, no appeal was heard. The national election was in two weeks and Fynn Aggrey was contesting. This was his second time running and although six others had picked up nomination forms, it was a clear contest between Fynn and Nii A...
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