Tomb of a molt

Risey Yembele

Description

All too often we ignore that a dead person can come back home many years after his burial. We see Nioka in connection with his spirit totem casting off part of his body and sneaking out of the tomb.

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• Architecture
• Urbanisme
• Sciences appliquées
• Techniques

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• Publié par: Edilivre
• Date de parution: 05 février 2019
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9782414315338
• Langue: Français

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Dedication


To myear mother Dr. Madeleine Boumpoto.
Characters
Chorus
Nkossi
Nioka
Bifu
Massumu
Bob [Security guard]
Green Mamba
Swing [Security guard]
Veve [Nioka’s fiancée]
Kung [Security guard]
Nzingu
The Chief guard
Kissita
The Chief Supervisor
Mabuta
Mother Nature
Nsalulu
Nzambi Mpungu
Alcohol
Papa Ntonio [ Fictitious character]
Dimeme
Nsemi [ Fictitious character]
Nsengui



* * *
Chorus
O divine entity, adorable Mother Nature!
Illuminate the eyes of your humble disciple
in mutual communion with his Spirit Guide.
By all mighty forces,
son of mortal’s spirit shall dwell in the heavenly citadels.
The prince of darkness shall not stand victorious!
All made to pass shall Kneel down before your majestic altar.
Greatly worried, time is not in favor of the backstabbing deceivers.
O your powerfulness, Motherland of the bruised souls!
No devotee from your royal empire shall be defeated.
Wise souls are not made to suffer daily t respasses.
The ancestors are the protectors of their footsteps.
Today, all sorts of temptations are fruitless.
Faithful worshippers are rewarded hundredfold.
Even Belial, the Old one wants them to sweat blood.
O Mother Earth, goddess of the earthly energies!
Rude incantations to your blessed throne are ways to endless immensities.
Ultimate help in time of hopelessness is saluted.
Best wishes of the lauder’s are deemed to be fulfilled.
Thus the faithful sermon honored deservedly.
Your saintliness is the lord of the supreme temple.
Happiness down on earth shall be celebrated.
Revive the spirit of the most purified one
who shall remain obedient to your sacerdotal cult.
O divine deity, Mother Nature, all your adorers firmly believe:
it shall be well in the most sanctified hands!
ACT I
It is a pitiful fate for a poor man of my age! One can never tell if I am on the verge of handing over my soul to the One who presides over Man’s destiny. Fifteen years of a marital relationship with no child! Can I consider myself a physically fit man in this community? In other people’s houses, children yell, laugh and break calabashes into pieces, while my own dwelling place is still filled up with a mood of extreme silence and desolation. O gracious Mother Nature! I am a poor impotent man. Who can prove me wrong when all quack doctors fail their Hippocratic Oath? Now, I need to connect with my Animal Totem who can make fall a cloudburst of blessings on my life.
Scene I
At the Priest’s shrine, Nioka and his friend, Massumu see in a mirror Bifu’s remains lying on a mortuary slab in one of the cold storage facilities of the capital city: Nguedi. Nioka is overjoyed because he has finally succeeded in sending his uncle to work as a slave in a cynical underground coal mine called Kadia Mpemba.
[Enter Nioka and Massumu]
Massumu:
Look at his disgusting face. Bifu did not know that there is no one who can run faster than death.
Nioka:
Just like a child chewing a bitter cola nut.
Massumu:
Old skeleton face of a greedy man.
Nioka:
But now the good food and drink of rich people are left unattended.
Massumu:
Food and drink!
Nioka:
What were food and drink to him? Just nothing while poor people are still dying of starvation in this country.
Massumu:
But what if not food that made his face turn an old man face?
Nioka:
This guy you see, had never starved in his entire life of vanity under the sun.
Massumu:
If so, why is he frowning?
Nioka:
Now he is lying stark naked like an earthworm. Where are his most extravagant suits?
Massumu:
At this time of the day he would be wearing his most expensive coat instead of lying beside true dead people in need of eternal rest!
Nioka:
Don’t discontinue your thought! With a white tie, black polished shoes…
Massumu:
Black suit!
Nioka:
Look at his tough face, just like a coconut which refuses to break into pieces. He is not even ashamed to display a stinking farting face!
Massumu:
Human blood is heavy; he who has shed it cannot run away!
Nioka:
Death has cut his gorgeous mouth out; babbling, walking like a Sapeur and driving mollitious cars. Speak again! Sorcerer!
Massumu:
Good riddance!
Nioka:
Minus one. However, the city is still crowded with nincompoops of his kind. These opprobrious people who treat us like cockroaches.
Massumu:
They think, we are useless.
Nioka:
Yes, they do. We are mere cockroaches to their eyes.
Massumu:
I say good riddance to his inglorious life! May the devil receive his soul in the most horrible moment of disturbances within his kingdom.
Nioka:
This bug will be gnashing his teeth in hell!
Massumu:
Yeah! He should go to Mutantu where he will burn from the first day of admission to the end.
Nioka:
That is the place he deserves to unrest in turmoil!
Massumu:
He must burn until he turns into ashes.
Nioka:
He should turn into vacuum and nothingness so that his spirit does not incarnate again.
Massumu:
Now, I understand why he does not display a nice smile on his mischievous and treacherous face.
Nioka:
The last pain that knocked him down might have been terribly insufferable.
Massumu:
He becomes like a fish which has spent several days in a brand new refrigerator.
Nioka:
He has reaped what he has sown!
Massumu:
Frankly, he deserves what he paid for! This ugly face inspires no pity at all. He is probably going through the karmic law.
Nioka:
If all people of his kind who carry monkey faces disappear from the earth’s surface, all our wonders will cease.
Massumu:
They must all die. They must all die so that their death brings peace within our bruised communities.
Nioka:
I will start fasting so that the spirit of death comes and drags all of them away.
Massumu:
This is good for his stupidity and wickedness.
Nioka:
For those who are still alive, nature will deal with them in a horrible manner. I tell you, as a corrective action, it will get rid of all those selfish people involved in spiritual opportunity crimes. In fact, those ignominious bugs full of idiocies.
Massumu:
I will pray too. I swear to Nzambi Mpungu! I will keep praying until they all pass away.
Nioka:
Pray my friend until nature knows that we are now fed up with those ridiculous boneheads.
Massumu:
They have money to pay for the services of mercenaries who can deliberately slaughter all of us like flies but they lack the wherewithal to offer themselves eternity down on earth. May Mother Nature confuse them!
Nioka:
Nothing prevents those idiots from doing evil. They call us cockroaches, you know? They have the slaughtering permit granted by the international community . They call this slaughtering permit amnesty which gives them a constitutional right to assassinate the majorities.
Massumu:
Amnesty is for them not for the poor people like us. Even if they plan to exterminate us, there are no countermeasures to halt their sordid deeds.
Nioka:
Today, this one is departing forever.
Massumu:
For sure, from earth straight to hell for all the sufferings he made us go through.
Nioka:
Hell, if it doesn’t exist then these criminals are lucky.
Massumu:
Even if it does not exist, our tears will definitely create one!
Nioka:
It must exist by all means or we will bring it down on earth for them to perish.
Massumu:
A frowning dead!
Nioka:
He is leaving his wealth unattended. This is why he is frowning.
Massumu:
He must be on the thorny way to hell.
Nioka:
O devil, come fetch all those petit sorcerers who kill us under the cover of amnesty!
Scene II
A wise mortal, must he not refrain from connecting with Mother Nature? Why a man made to die impotent should seek to pursue a non predestined fate? Does he know that fate is the matter of predestination? Whoever seeks, by all means, to achieve such a plight may embark himself on an impermissible adventure!
Nzingu:
If I get one more child, it is not a felony, at all. Nevertheless, white people say that having several children brings poverty in the house but in the village we need at least a dozen of children to perpetrate the wealth of the family.
Kissita:
You were born to be happy, my friend. As for me, look at the way I am battling to get at least one child.
Nzingu:
If I produce one again, then I reach a dozen. Now, I have eleven children. I will help cure your impotence with the traditional legacy that my own father had passed onto me before he joined the land of our ancestors. This traditional medicine will revive your inactive seeds.
Kissita:
Are you sure?
Nzinga:
So you don’t trust me?
Kissita:
I need to see before I trust you! Seeing is believing. Isn’t it?
Nzinga:
Yes, it is. You don’t need to worry because your wife is still young to be going through ...