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Mamuke lay restlessly in bed, listening to the rain pelt incessantly above her like a giant pack of pebbles let loose on the zinc rooftop. The wind howled eerily, beating fiercely against the thin walls of the poorly built house. With each gust of wind, the wooden shutters swung dangerously on their loose hinges, banging unceremoniously against the window frames. Rivulets of water poured through open cracks in the wall, forming muddy puddles on the floor.
Flashes of lightning streaked through the charcoal-grey skies, temporarily outlining the dense foliage of Iroko trees silhouetted against the dark horizon, huddled together, swaying in unison against the fierce storm. Somewhere in the distance amidst the loud claps of thunder, a dog howled ominously, followed by the incessant hoots from a couple of nearby owls.
She shivered in fright. Droplets of perspiration glistened on her face as she lay cowering in bed. Her mouth felt dry as the unmistakable feel of evil surrounding her enveloped her senses.
Then she heard it. It was barely above a whisper, making hairs on the back of her neck stand on end. With her heart pounding crazily, she tried in vain to block it out while burying her head in the crook of her arms.
She heard it again, closer this time. Her name whispered so faintly, almost as though never uttered. No! She screamed inwardly. I must be strong. I won’t let him consume me.
“Mamuke … ” There it was again. “Mamuke … don’t fight it. Don’t fight me, you can’t win this … come with me … you are destined to be with me, in me … ” That dangerously soft, yet tantalizingly seductive voice whispered. “Let me consume you … come freely to me, Mamuke … ”
With her hands clutched into tight fists, her nails dug painfully into her palms as she tried without much success, to recall the secret incantation that would release her from his grip. No matter what happened, she must never look into his eyes, as the native doctor had chillingly warned her. Oh, those compellingly handsome eyes! Those eyes with hidden depths of mystery and unfulfilled promises! Those same eyes that got her into the situation she now found herself in.
Keeping her eyes tightly shut, she turned her face away from the sound of his voice. “Please, Uwami, let me go,” she begged in desperation, knowing it was a futile plea.
“Open your eyes, Mamuke,” he countered. “Look into mine. Let go of your fears and feel my fire. Let me consume you, my Mamuke.”
She had been warned that in the very darkness of the room, Uwami would come to her, pretending to be what he was not. To begin with, he was almost no longer one of the living, and what really stood, no - floated - dangerously behind her was not a person but two fiery disembodied eyes, now full of anger and evil – those same eyes she had unknowingly fallen for at the cursed junction three days ago.
She tried to recollect the events of the last couple of days, when her frightful journey began.