Akyeaa: Chapter 1

A village champion. A single individual trained to protect her or his village from any attack. This nkunimdifo) (village champion) was usually trained by the village elders. All previous nkunimdifo) became legends, chief among them being Efa Gue Kurow (Destroyer of nations). Kakai (monster) nations , to be more exact.

In modern times, only one true village champion remained. She resided in the village of Ankonamkrom (the village of loneliness), a village that had deliberately isolated itself from the rest of the world. Convinced that the outside world would fall into chaos.

On a cold, Monday evening, the tall, dark, nkunimdifo) was hard at work in a white jacket, white trousers, white flying tie and white shoes. Pounding a kakai into the ground. It raised a right arm to stop her, but she clutched it, ripped it out of its socket and contnued hitting it, until it lay very still.

She cast a wary glance at the furry kakai that had accompanied the dead kakai. It looked unconcerned.

'Odd. I thought you kakai types liked to stick together.' she commented.

'Not from my tribe' it growled.

'Tribalism, huh. I thought only humans believed in that nonsense.' she sighed as she brushed the dirt off her trousers.

Without warning, she sprung towards the kakai, punching its head clean off its shoulders. The body stood still, then punched her back towards the dead kakai. It charged at her and swung again but this time she ducked the punch. Without hesitation, she punched a hole in its chest.

The headless body grabbed her right fist, still stuck in its chest and squeezed. She felt the bones in her hand begin to snap and swung both feet at its chest area, knocking it to the ground. She sailed through the air, landing on her feet. Before the kakai could rise, she stomped it with her right foot. Over and over again. She stopped only when it was crushed beyond recognition.

She was setting the bones in her hand back into place when she heard light footsteps across the forest floor.

'I'm surprised that you were able to kill the furry one, Amina' said a dark, short, white haired woman in a red suit, trousers and tie.'

'Excuse me old one, but who are you?'

'Komfo (Priestess) Fosuaa, at your service'.

Akyeaa stared at her face, then her clothes, then her face again.

'Are you sure you're a priestess?"

'Why, because I'm not wearing a raffia skirt, black facepaint, hopping on one foot and ululating wildly?'

'Well........not exactly..........'

Fosuaa sighed. 'You've been watching too many juju (black magic) home videos. That's a harmful stereotype. I'm here to provide guidance, companionship....'

'And ensure that I don't turn evil and wreck this village in one night?'.

'Correct.' smiled Fosuaa.