Only one of them was bald. This one stood up last and he took his sweet time. They began walking slowly towards Cheetah, their massive feet making audible impact on the ground.
What intensified Cheetah’s anxiety was that he could not tell whether these men were Shona or Ndebele. He began swinging his whip slowly but as the ginormous men drew closer he increased the momentum of his swings. ‘I advise you to stay back!’ The “advice” sounded more like a plea.The men however did not heed it and continued advancing towards him. Like lightning, he cracked his whip in the face of the man who was in the lead. The tip of his whip narrowly missed the man’s nose. Cheetah’s miss was intentional but a desperate effort to persuade them to redraw their steps. His efforts were vain.The men continued to walk towards him with the same, slow and steady pace. It was as though his whip was invisible, or worse, harmless.He swung his whipThe giants ran towards him and knelt before him. The fear in their eyes was clear and could not be hidden.‘I never asked for anyone to kneel before me. I asked, who is next?’‘We implore you, oh Great Brahmuhn! Spare us!’ one of them begged him.‘I do not spare the lives of cowards! Now get up and get ready to fight! And… how do you even know my name?’‘Some men call us demons. We were only following our master’s bidding,’ the other one spoke.‘And where is your master so he can taste my bidding?!’ He waved his knobkerrie in the air.‘Uhm…’ the first one spoke, ‘…you are sitting on him.’He looked confused for a while. He stared at their master beneath him. ‘This fool was your master? I thought or at least heard that a demon’s power actually meant something?’‘Except maybe to one with your mark,’ the fir
Cheetah had finally made it to the riverbank. His nightmare was over.The waters had become still. Not a single sound could be heard, not only from the waters but from anywhere else. The still silence unnerved him. He had forgotten about the pain in his shoulder. He wanted to yell for Brahmuhn’s name but he was beginning to think the worst. All he could do was scour the river with his eyes.Suddenly, one or two bubbles rippled on the surface. The bubbles would ripple once every two seconds but eventually, the interval would lessen. They finally stopped and the ghostly silence returned.Like logs that had been held underwater for too long, one by one the bodies of the women floated to the surface until finally, Brahmuhn’s knobkerrie.Cheetah was aghast. Had the “Great Brahmuhn” finally met his fate? He refused to believe that something so impossible could be proven possible. Just then, Brahmuhn’s hand reached forth from the dept
‘You should have pretended to be dead, Brahmuhn!’ Akunda advised him, flashing a threatening grin on his face.‘Cowards lie on their backs, warriors die on their feet, but I am a god; I soar through the skies!!’ Without warning, his entire arm grew numb and he dropped his knobkerrie. He tried to pick it up with his other arm but it also became numb. He was now running out of options.Suddenly, an unpredictable and violent wind began to blow around them. Clouds began to gather in the skies with rapid speed as if they were long overdue. With them they brought flashes of lightning and the sound of terrifying thunder. The powerful wind pushed the Vakunda into the wall of a hut. The sound of broken bones could be heard on impact. The two witches tried to crawl their way to safety but like the blinking of an eye, a flash of blue light engulfed the entire village. The light stung everyone’s eyes. It was over faster than it had started. Vakunda,
‘Time is clearly not on our side. Mbada must be destroyed before he harms more people,’ he answered him.‘Do you think you can stop him, Your Greatness?’ the distraught villager shot him with a question.‘Little man; I have danced with death several times. I have bruised the heel of fate and I have brought demons to their knees! Mbada is no god. He may be powerful among men but he could never stand toe-to-toe with the god that is Brahmuhn.’ He stood up at once and Cheetah followed suit.When they stepped outside the hut, they were met with chants and cheers from the villagers. Brahmuhn was both impressed and shocked at how even though they were starved, the villagers still had the energy in them to chant his name so loudly. He waited for them to quiet down before he demanded their attention. Brahmuhn said, ‘I understand that Chief Mbada has turned on his own people. I understand that the dog is willing to kill hi
Neither of the two had noticed how quickly time was flying. They had come to an agreement that before they attack Mbada, they unfetter a few more villages under his oppression. They encountered the most gut-wrenching situations in their conquest but nevertheless, they triumphed over them. In every village they passed through, they gained support from the inhabitants. The Shona now had a trustworthy liberator who was open to sacrifice his life for their freedom. The Ndebele too began to rally behind Brahmuhn and were willing to place their rivalry on hold since they now had one common enemy. Brahmuhn knew that it would not be long before the same atrocities that the other villages were going through reached Chaponda Village. Three weeks had gone by like the blink of a day. They both missed their families very much but they also knew that in order to keep their families safe, they had to terminate the threat which was Chief Mbada. As they stood and stared at Matanda
when he and his father had come home from a hunt. He would throw all his cares away and flutter into her arms. He felt so safe in her embrace. She had always been his source of comfort.Chief Mbada had what looked like an uncomfortable frown on his face. Nothing had changed about him whatsoever, besides a few wrinkles of age. From his threatening physique to that same smell of arrogance that would sting anyone’s nose when they were in his presence, all were still intact. Behind him were Ngoni and Bhonzo, his bodyguards. As a child, Brahmuhn had seen them as gigantic deities, but all he saw now were two jokes with different complexions.‘Well, well, well. If it isn’t the “Great And Mighty Brahmuhn”,’ Chief Mbada chuckled. Even with age, his voice had not changed either but gained more boldness. ‘Brahmuhn, the “mermaid slayer”, the “nightmare of zvidhoma”,’ he chuckled some more. ‘Let me not bore y
It was as if she was embracing a son who had risen from the dead. ‘Oh, Tawana! Tawana, mwanangu (my child)! Oh mwanangu how I have missed you so much!!!’He could no longer control himself either and without restraint, and for the first time in his life, he permitted tears to run down his cheeks. He felt so young and happy in her arms. That warmth, that motherly love that had kept his hope alive for so long. After a well-deserved moment of tears, he managed to compose himself. ‘Mother, mother where is father?’She could not stop sniffling, ‘Oh, my son, my son. This wicked man, this wicked monster speared him that same night…that same night you ran away. He first had him whipped for what seemed like hours by Ngoni and Bhonzo, but even then, your father continued to confess his undying love for you and me and how he would get his vengeance. Mbada then speared him in the ribs and even then, your father refused to die. That is when…that’s when…’ she broke down in tears again.
To Brahmuhn, the feast felt like deja vu. It was like re-living the marriage of his mother to Chief Mbada those fourteen years ago. The ear-piercing ululations, countless and tempting foods and of course, inevitably, the drunkards scattered everywhere mumbling inaudible yet irritating mumbo-jumbo to each other or passing rude jeers to passing women. Cheetah looked deep in conversation with a man a short distance from where Brahmuhn was sitting. Brahmuhn had no interest whatsoever in traditional beer but rather, he was obsessed with his mbanje. However, on this particular night he was not in the mood for a smoke. He had decided to allow his anger to take control of his mind. He was sitting by a fire in the company of Bhonzo, Ngoni and two other men. One of them looked like he was Chief Mbada’s advisor. The four men were sharing a gourd of beer whilst Brahmuhn’s eyes were concentrating on the flames before him. He could not stop picturing his father’s death. The painfu