The River Justice: The African folklore in which the sole river of the village administered justice as it was meant to be. Read up this sensational African tale or download a PDF file to read up at your leisure time.

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The Tale: 

Once, in the days of yore, a time when the hope of a village, rest on the shoulder of a river. A river was the only source of water for the whole villagers. It was in fact, the cornerstone holding the unity of the entire land.

Beside this wonderful sweet river, lies this gigantic tree with amazing shoot that complements the river’s beauty.

One calm but busy evening when the sun was preparing his blanket for bed and the waters of the river were singing joyful song, and dancing to the tune of the soon experienced 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 for some minutes, until he made up his mind to take a drink from it.

As he was heading into the wavy but calm river, he slightly dropped his bag at the base of the tree. He drank out thirst, he tasted enlightenment until he become drunk, that his mighty stomach could no longer hold a drop. He was so high that it 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 he was carried away by the amazing landscape blending into the riverbeds. Lo, the sightseeing ended at the base of the tree where he found himself something more tempting to see.

He hurried to the tree, opened the bag and shouted for joy. It was as if the world had granted him with him what he longed desires.
‘Pleasantries of lifetime expectation’, Apayi said.
Without hesitating and saving this grace while it last, he grabbed the bag and zoomed back home.

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 foot prints; 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, when the intoxication had dropped off Ajani’s face while was already far away, the wind smiled and he remembered the bag of money. He ran back with his legs off ground, and his clothe on frozen flame.

When he got to the river, he was astonished when he noticed that his expectation had grown wings. Just like witnessing daytime nightmare, he found no bag but some filthy farm tools. He became dead on his foot as he gets down on his kneels to sober. He was even 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 sluggish response led to an argument. Words of superstition led to reality- leading into a fight, a real fight. Even the river could not separate the fist-for-fist progressive moment.
The entertained tree watched from a distance, clapping their hands for Ajani, for he was leading with more punches, while the clouds paved way for the sun to experience her last minute tale to tell the following morning.

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

It was like she was naked in the market. And soon began cleaning herself up from the east.

Ajani’s heart began to dance tango and rhumba. He pulled himself up, jumped out of the river and took to his heels like a mad man running for his life.

The river being kind helped Otiko to the bank- a place that led him to his demise. Otiko tried standing on his feet, his kneels 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 heart beat 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, was it Apayi the stinky thief, was it the idle tree, and was it the dedicated river that led to Otiko’s death? Or, was it Otiko 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 knife point.

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.

Now you understand the tale.
That was the river justice.

Source: African folk tale – The Almighty God is just

 

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