x-Files from the village
X-FILES FROM THE VILLAGE
It is said that when the night dancers are going about their night errands, they move from house to house scratching on the doors with their long nails. Since most houses have metallic doors, this scratching produces a shrieking noise that scares the hell out of women and children. Wizards as most night dancers are referred to are also known to rear cats and they move with these cats in the night. It is said that in Buganda the night dancers eat people but it is not the case here. He can throw his cat onto your roof and their scratching on the roofs keeps many sleepless.
It is not common that the night dancers are caught in the act but in case he is caught, he a night dancer cannot ever talk. In our lifetime, we have never heard of or seen a female night dancer but it is rumored of a revered woman from Bushiende who was known of night dancing.
It is said that one time when she had gone night dancing, Wakauna the witchdoctor shot her with an arrow through the chest. When she died the next day suddenly, she was buried without allowing anyone to see her body. Only her elder sister and daughter were allowed to wash the body.
It was today that all these stories of past experiences about night dancers came out. Yesterday, Wakauna is said to have been stabbed between the buttocks by Watundu.
For Wakauna, it was a Tuesday like any other when men go to the market, buy kwette and roasted meat. These would be accompanied with crude waragi to wash down the thirst of the roasted meat and bananas (kamoshe). By evening the mixture of the liquor leaves few men able to stand. Wakauna had gone to the market on this particular day with quite more money than he carries on usual occassions. He was supposed to buy Christmas clothes for his wife and children which is normally a piece of cloth for the wife’s gomesi, shirts for the elder boys and dresses for the girls. Reaching the market, Wakauna was fascinated by the gamblers who were playing “pata potea”. He had never paid attention to these men before but having some money in the pocket tempted him to venture and see.
The man turned the card with the picture of King. He mixed it with the others and challenged whoever could identify one with the king to place a note of money upon it. Wakauna looked at the 4 cards critically and thought he had marked the one card that had the king but hesitated to place a bait. Seeing doubtful faces, the man played again and this time, with certainty Wakauna placed the smallest note of “500” that he had upon the card which was on the left hand side. Another man who was actually part of the pata potea group but had not been revealed placed a note of “5000” on the middle card. The man playing the cards turned and lo, Wakauna had won. His 500 was doubled and the one of “5000” lost.
They say money made man mad, Wakauna was not to leave the place with only “500” profit. After analyzing very well, he looked to the sky, spat saliva into his palm and got out the biggest note, “10,000” and placed it upon the card in the middle and the man who had lost “5000” before again placed the same amount.
When the man of Pata potea opened the card of the one who was actually his colleage but not known to the other revelers, he won and Wakauna’s note was given to the other man. In a flash, Wakauna had lost money for his wife and children’s clothes. He could not take it, he staked another 5,000 and lost but staked again until he lost upto 20,000/- and gave up. The one thing Wakauna did not know was that all the cards had a “king” and whenever one wins, only one card is opened and the others left assuming that they are blank.
Frustrated, Wakauna went to Bitolina’s drinking point and ordered for waragi. “imbe kukunjira” Wakauna ordered.
Wakauna had not waited until he was drunk. He surprisingly went home early wondering what he is going to tell his children. He would feign drunkardness, go back home and beat up his wife but he remembered the last time he tried beating Nangoti, she had ashamed him terribly. She had held his private parts and pulled them as he writhed in pain. He decided to go to his second wife, Nalyaka’s house. Nalyaka was very obedient to her husband and never shot back a word when he complained. But of recent, she has lost interest in conjugating. She could even dare turn him down feigning a headache last week. In fact she never bothered if the husband spent more nights at Nangoti’s place.
Immediately after turning off the light, Nalyaka turned facing the wallignoring her husband who had already removed his clothes when she entered the blanket. He tried persuading her but all in vain. “Which kind of woman are you that cannot even “feed” your husband? You must have got another man that you’re serving”.
He rose up and went for the door; “why do you like sitting outside naked and in the dark? You’re now going to return here very cold like a wizard”
Wakauna had heeded to the restless spirit within him and raced across to Watundu’s house. Unlike the other days when he carries his cat, he this time went alone and straight to Watundu’s door. He scratched the first time and as it has now become his habit ran to the window to listen to their reaction. It all seemed quiet and still. When he returned to repeat the same ordeal, he did not know that the door was actually open. He just felt something enter between his buttocks………..
Till then, we shall keep you posted!