THE UNSPOKEN CULTURE.

In the east part of the continent of Africa there existed a small country with mysterious nature and people. There once lived a tribe which was greatly feared in that land and beyond the Embian community, the tribe was well known by its unique nature to be able to make and conduct magic and witchcraft. This art was passed on from one generation to the next and in every generation it was believed to be born of a very powerful witch. For a witch to be able to possess the hidden power in him or her they must come to an age of eighteen years where the elder member in the family was to perform a ritual so as the hidden power could out show itself and be able to acquire full power. Every witch in the Embian community belonged or identified himself or herself with a clan of witches,there existed two clans of witches the first clan was known as the muraguri this clan of witches were barbaric, maniac and ruthless they were also hunters at night of the human blood. They committed the most unspeakable evils in the embian community this lead to them being feared by other witches. Muraguri clan they had power of transformation which they could use to change themselves into a wolf, cat, or snake. This power of transformation it could manifest itself during every season of the full moon. Raguri was the second clan of witches in the Embian community, this clan was know as the good hearted. They used to cast protection spell on people to prevent them from harm, jealous, hatred and anybody who had fishy plans. This clan had a wide knowledge when it came to the art of making medicinal drugs, they used shrubs, leafs, bark of a stem to make the best recipe of healing diseases. This medicine was commonly known as the kienyeji d**g it was used to heal different kinds of diseases in that community. The raguri clan they were are clan of witches blessed with many skills they had mastered the art of using a certain species of a tree known as the bleeding tree and the crying tree to come up with a unique witchcraft which made them famous to the nearby land and beyond, this witchcraft was know as the kamuti. The bleeding tree and the crying tree they were a rare species of trees to find this is because this tree only grew on top of the grave where a power witch had been buried. The kamuti had many uses it could be used as a love portion, to do magic or as a protection spell to the family. This rivalry community of witches had design their own rules concerning the laws of their land. This rules were that a member of another clan of witches was not supposed to transverse another territory of witches without permission otherwise it will lead to dire consequences which may include even sacrifice. They believed that the grounds were sacred and when a witch from another clan passes through their land he or she may anger the ancestors, which may results to the ancestors causing chaos in the land like famine, spread of dangerous diseases and other calamities. The consequences of breaking this rule was that the chief witch was supposed to drink your blood so as to acquire the power which you possess. There is power transfer of witchcraft when a witch drinks another blood of the witch he or she deprives the other witch of the power and he or she becomes more stronger. Intermarriage between this two clans of witches was highly unaccepted this could lead to being banished from the land or vexed by another witch to become mad and die. They had a belief that intermarriage between this two clans of raguri and muraguri may lead to a curse by their ancestors ending up to the witches losing their power. Interestingly a common thing had united this two clans of witches the zeal which they had to protect their power and their art from the outsider. This culture of embian community was very well protected in such a way they both had an agreement that it was f*******n to any outsider to get out with the knowledge of their art. Outsiders were only allowed to buy the art and go use it not to go with the knowledge of making it. Any outsider who went in the land of the embian community nosing around those territories he or she had a very minimum chances of getting out with the knowledge of the witch community. Many outsider who entered that land only rumours of their mysterious death or vanishing could reach to their kins not knowing how their folks disappeared. #Chapter two: The prophecy. In the land of embian community many moons passed welcoming different seasons, season which turned to be a blessing to the clan of raguri people. One early morning in the thatched smoky hut of Janake screams were heard, screams which were not of suffering nor pain rather than screams of happiness. The screams were followed by four sequential ululation of melodious voice coming from the thatched hut, the ululation were so melodious that they could have tempted the serpent to come out of its cave and to observe what was going on, on that thatched hut. Indeed in accordance with the custom's of the raguri people four ululation during maternity delivery signified that a bouncing baby girl has been born in the family. The pillar of the house was still wondering around his compound talking to himself in a voice that you could hear but you could not get exactly what he was trying to say. He was so stressed and confused because until now no one had whispered to him any word of what was happening inside that thatched house. Curiosity was killing him of knowing whether his wife had delivered safely and if his baby girl was safe and sound. keo beuty Finally his ancestors in their their spiritual realm, saw his suffering and someone came to his rescue guess who? A young beautiful lady walked towards Janake smiling exposing her meticulous gap in her upper jaw, the incisors were well arranged as if the gods had taken extra time in curving this particular jaw her teeth were as white as the snow. She walked in awe as if she was calculating every step she took to reach to Janake allowing every second, minute to calm herself not to use the energy she had to strain her joints, reflecting the immense beauty that she was born with as the size eight curve of her body appeared so perfectly. Keo was her name Janake younger brothers wife who was really blessed with beuty in that land of the embian witches. Janake was a very famous witch in the clans of witches he was a very well known witch by both the raguri clan his own clan and the muraguri clan their rivalry clan. He was known for his generosity to use his power to help those who were in trouble. Janake did not hesitate to show help to anyone who came to him when he was in trouble he used his power for the goodness of the clan of the witches. Keo did not beat around the bush when sharing the news to Janake rather she went straight to the point sharing the good news of the miracles which their ancestors had showed to them this season. she started “ Mokobi has delivered a bouncing baby girl holding witchcraft in her hands" Janake was extremely surprised that you could have knocked him down with a feather all his eyes popped out in disbelief, he still did not believe the later part that Keo had told him. The voice of Keo that her daughter had been born holding witchcraft in her hands those words were still echoing in her mind like a trumpet blown in an abyss. Janake finally composed himself smiling, stretch marks appearing on his face as if they were telling him “old man you are inviting aging at a faster rate" He asked Keo if he could be allowed to go and hold her daughter in that smoky thatched house. Keo accepted with a nod signifying that everything was well and he could go and see her. Janake entered the smoky thatched house where he found other three ladies who had surrounded Mokobi who was his wife. Mokobi tried to smile to Janake with a strain smile symbolising that she was tired from the exercise of pushing during the delivery. Among the three ladies one of the ladies was a midwife from the looks of surgical things which she was holding on her hands, the midwife was holding an operation knife and a thread, aside of the bed there were kienyeji medicine which were on top of a small table. The other two ladies appeared elderly in age they were Janake aunt's. The little girl who had been born was breastfeeding on her mother's bosom with hunger as if she had not eaten for a whole week. He greeted the three ladies “ hello” and they respond back “hello” Janake was silent gazing at her beautiful baby and in a spur of a moment he was lost deep into his own thoughts. He stood there staring at her little girl talking with his own thoughts, that the ancestors had finally remembered his lineage and the great prophecy prophesied by the greatest seer who ever lived in the land of embian was going to be fulfilled by her own. As he continued to speak to his own thoughts he spoke loudly but unclearly in a manner in which they did not grasp what he was saying and said “ Zora" everyone who was in that hut turned to him and they gave him all their ears to pay attention on what he was saying. He finally said with clear and audible voice she will be named Zora. The name which her dad had chosen for her daughter was really romantic her mom could not decline of the name herself because indeed it was a romantic name. This name which Janake had chosen for her daughter it was not just an ordinary name it had a deeper meaning, little did we know that she was named after the greatest sorceress who ever lived in the clan of raguri . This witch was from the lineage of Janake bloodline she was the greatest grandmother of Janake. Rumours of her birth spread among the clan of raguri like a blaze of fire burning a dry grass, that the gods had blessed their clan and a little girl had been born holding witchcraft in her hands everybody was excited because he or she new the immense power which the little girl was going to have. In the near future to come this little girl was going to be a very powerful witch in the clan of raguri people. In a nutshell the homestead of Janake was crowded with people full of curiosity everyone eager to see this young beautiful soul who had been born holding witchcraft in her hands because it was a rare thing to see. Such a miracle can take nearly about ten decades to be witnessed in the land of the witches. When the coven of witches who had gathered to come and witness the miracle of their clan, had their eyes filled with satisfaction they started partying ways everyone going back to the direction which they had come, to go and do their chores because it was still very early in the morning. Some coven of the witches volunteered themselves to help Mokobi in fetching of the water, tilling the land and other house chores until she could recover her full energy. Zora had a purpose now not just a purpose but a prophesy to fulfill of reuniting the people of the two clans of witches the raguri clan and the muraguri clan. To bring peace which had lacked for nearly thirty season between those two clans of witches. What had been known between those two clans was maiming, bloodshed and evil spells every witch was using his power to seek revenge rather than to do good to the people and the community. It now became clear that Zora had a role, a role in the embian community not just a small task as many of the people could have viewed it, it was a great task ahead of her which needed diligent preparation not only from his parents alone but support from the raguri people because every witch, wizard sorcerer was craving for peace in that community. #chapter three: Zora's power comes to light. Zora was brought up by her mom and dad by being taught on the effect which her power can cause to other witches. Her parents did not omit the rules which exist between the two clans which were made by their forefathers they enlighten their daughter to understand those important rules. The raguri clan was not left behind on educating Zora it to contributed to her knowledge of knowing the basic rules that exists in the land of the witches. At the age of twelve years Zora's power had started manifesting itself she shocked her parents when she started mind control of things in the house using her mind. She could move chair, cup, knife etc using the power of her mind. Through practice we get mastery with mastery we get strength, Zora continued practicing how to use her power until she acquired the full strength on how to control her immense power. She was always more than willing to learn how to control her power and how she will use the power to help the witches in her land. Breaking of the rule. One fine evening as light disappeared through the atmosphere painting the sky blue as if there was no tomorrow, Zora was heading to the sacred forest of the ancestors of raguri clan. In this forest it is where an oak tree had separated the territory of the two clans. She had gone to prepare for her eighteenth birthday which was to happen on the following day. As a tradition of the witches when a witch turns eighteen years her family had to perform a ritual, so that the upcoming witch could go through complete transformation to become a fully equipped witch with all her power and be able to know the gift which the gods had blessed him or her with. Zora entered to the sacred forest to offer sacrifice to her ancestors. To ask for favour and guidance on the day of tomorrow when she will be turning eighteen years old. While in the forest something caught her eyes a beautiful sculpture carved using stones it was a sculpture of love, a young handsome man holding a beautiful young lady on the waist. Zora was there gazing and touching this sculpture with admiration, admiring this beautiful art which the sculptor had taken time to show out his skills to the world. Little did she know that she had broke one of the greatest rule in the land of the witches the beautiful sculpture was in another territory of the witches the muraguri clan. A clan whose witches, sorceress and wizard were barbaric due to the hatred which they had grown to the clan of raguri. The skills of the sculptor had caught her eyes brainwashing her mind of the rules which she had used to memorize since her childhood. It now dawned on her that she had already surpassed the oak tree and was on another territory. Zora tried to go back to her ancestors land but her attempts to cross the oak tree bore no fruits. The trap spell which the muraguri clan had cast to prevent anyone who entered there territory from getting out was so powerful. Fear and tension grew stronger and stronger as time elapsed as Zora recalled of the dire consequences which she will get when found there.