The Legend of the Seeker III

I ran eastwards as fast as my legs could carry me and shouted 'Revren' just like the lad said. The people looked at me strangely, knowing I was not from Izundu, they wondered what was going on. By the time I got to the white man's god, the whole village had heard about me and had come out to see from themselves.

The white man's god came out and he was white too. He wore white garments and leather sandals. His voice was mild and his hands were as if he never tilled the land before. He touched my face and said something in a language I could not understand. Another strangely dressed native told me what the god said in my dialect, I was shocked.

'Don't be afraid Ugaba, you would not be disturbed again', he said. Nobody knew me by Ugaba since I lost my family, everyone simply called me Jabu (meaning the accursed). 'How did he know my name and how did he know I was disturbed?, I asked. The interpreter relayed his reply and said 'I have known you even from your mother's womb'. I still did not know what was going on.

 The white man's god knew everything and was kind too. I was not used to this kind of god. The gods I had served in the past were heartless and always sought revenge and blood but this god invited me into his shrine and took care of me. He gave me clothes like his and food like the one he ate. He kept giving me things and never asked me for yams or goats or oil palm or human heads.

One day, the white man's god asked me for my life, I thought he wanted to kill me. Even though I was free from the spirit that tormented me and I owed my life to the white man's god, I didn't want to lose it. He told me that I can only gain my life by losing it first; I wasn't even ready to be re-incarnated.

He took time to teach me how to give him my life, I discovered I didn't even have to die. All I did was say a short prayer and I had given him my life. Everything was easy with the white man's god, my crops grew fast, my goats reproduced rapidly and even the beautiful daughter of the town crier had eyes for me.

The white man's god taught me everything even though he taught me only one lesson: he taught me to love. Everyday he taught me how to love and be loved till he left us. Even though he is not with us anymore, he sent another that is like him to stay with us.

The white man's god's replacement taught me how to read and write and speak the white man's language. He also gave me the paper and the ink, that is why you are reading this story. I hope you enjoyed it.