Year of necromancers... P130 ...when vultures laughed, mothers eyes said, I told you so!. I became defensive and started to see fault in everything around me. It also seemed like, i wasnt the only one complaining; the village was also humming scary tunes that winter. (kereke dza Tshavhaloi dza engedzea tshivhalo tsha dzimbevha, mabete na vhathu phepho) A year and half had passed after fathers death, and witchcraft debates also grew in the open. It is very disconcerting when people spread fear: in a period of three months, thirty tombs, lying next to each other, were of young bloods and people had a lot to say about that unusual circumstance. We had buried each, sometimes two or three at once, on weekend after another. The other disturbing thing about such situation was that, twelve of those deceased teens, took an easy way out; suicide. It was in that time, our grandmothers, somehow found courage to say things that they didnt want me to know; those same voices remained as whispers though, and another way out of debt. Apparently, retaliation is a game of sorcery; ndi nwaha wa vhaloi nwana-wa-nwananga...vhaloi vha tamba bune la tshipengo... Enock i vhimbila na shango a tshi shela nyofho a dovha a sia ndala...ndi thambulo fhedzi, na tiki a huna, ii! Habe ro neta nga u badela mpfu dzi sa fheli!! They always bent mouths before a clap. Somehow, one gogo brought sense when she talked about mothers of two deceased young men; they had been tried before the chiefs council for quite similar reasons. Apparently, the difference between the two women was that, they played for opposite sorcery teams in our village; like one played for Barcelona and the other for Real Madrid. It didnt end with tears; one mother had a stroke and died, a week after we buried her son. Mukegulu a dovha a wana tsha u di imelela musi ndi tshi toda mbadelo; na vhone mme aii!! Ombo di tovhela khoyo... Yowee, o levha hi si hone wee!!...
Posted on: Wed, 01 Oct 2014 07:33:03 +0000
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