The River Justice

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Once upon a time, in the days of yore. A time when the hope of a village, rests on the shoulder of a river. This river was the only source of water for the villagers.

Besides this wonderful sweet river, there lies this gigantic tree with an amazing shoot that complements the river’s beauty. Hence, holding the unity of the land.

One calm but busy evening, when the sun was preparing for bed, and the waters of the river were singing a joyful song, and dancing to the tune of purity; Ajani, a popular street hustler, with a bag of cool goodies (cash) was tempted to have a taste of water.

Uncontrollably, he stared at the river and made up his mind that he drink from it.

As he was about to move into the wavy river, he slightly dropped his bag at the base of the tree. He drank from the river and become drunk, that his almighty stomach could no longer hold a drop. The spirit of the river drove him wild, and soon, he left without his precious bag.

Before the blind cloud could blink an eye, a fellow called Apayi, heading to his naked farm stopped by at the river. He was over-excited to see the river’s beauty. And was carried away by the amazing landscape. Lo, the sightseeing ended at the base of the tree.

He hurried to the tree to have a look, opened the bag and shouted for joy.

“Hurray!”, Apayi screamed for joy.

Without hesitating and saving this grace while it lasted, he grabbed the bag and zoomed back home with his head held high.

A few seconds later, while the tree was still wiping her tears, while the river was still recovering from this guilt, and the ground was still covering Apayi’s footprint, Otiko, an enticing cute farmer returned from his farm and decided to take a chill bath. As he moved into the settled river, he dropped his farm tools at the base of the tree.

Soon, the wind smiled at Ajani, and he remembered the bag of money. He ran back with his legs off ground, and his clothing was on frozen fire; but was astonished as he arrived, his expectation had grown wings. Just like witnessing a daytime nightmare, he found no bag but filthy farm tools. He became dead on his foot and was melting in the cold sun.

He stammered as he asked Otiko,

“Do y-you get to see any bag under the tree?”

And the over-relaxed swimmer replied,

“No!”

Otiko’s response became offensive and it led to an argument.

Words of superstition led to reality- leading into a fight, a real fight that the river could not separate.

The entertained tree watched from a distance, clapping their hands for Ajani, for he was leading with more punches.

Ajani drew out his hungry knife, and Otiko’s blood swam in the river.

O, the river became shy, like being naked in the market square as she soon began cleaning herself up.

Ajani’s heart began to dance. He pulled himself up, jumped out of the river and took to his heels.

The river being kind, helped Otiko to the bank- a place that led him to his demise. Otiko tried standing on his feet, but his heels failed him. He tried viewing the flash of light in the fading sky, but his sight failed him. He tried controlling his breath, but his heartbeat dropped until it stopped.

Then, Otiko fell.

Otiko’s death became a mystery. Years went by another history, nature still remaining natural.

The river never stopped flowing, and the tree never stopped growing.

Was it Ajani the forgetful idiot, Apayi the stinky thief, the idle tree or the dedicated river that led to Otiko’s death?

Or, was it Otiko’s deed?

The river justice was served. The hidden was revealed. Though bitter than unwashed bitter leaf, that’s the truth of the matter.

Now, this was what actually took place before the scene at the river.

The money Ajani brought to the river, was never his, but Apayi’s. In other words, he stole the money from Apayi a while ago at knifepoint.

Likewise, the farm Otiko actually returned from was neither his. He claimed it from his best friend- a friend who he murdered in cold blood some years ago.

That was the river justice, karma.

Source: African folk tale – The Almighty God is just

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Olusola Butler

I write a lot, on everything and anything. I am that ordinary guy with a whole lot of good to offer. I love art, music and poetry.

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