SOCIAL PUNDIT – The Iffying Idiosyncrasy of Bokondo People

Christian George

I was lured by the slinky and irristable voice of a femme fatale in a hurly-burly party where I played a hurly-gurdy to create euphoria of hunky-dory. Suddenly, I became nippy, maybe due to my hazy mental condition, playing hanky-panky with buxoms I could best describe a nincompoops.

          The Bokondo ladies were exceptionally too generous but as a debonair, I became not only might but reasonably thrifty in spending. I did not conform to the way their men gormandized the assorted food displayed on the table because if I tried, I would be using my teeth to dig my grave.

          As if it was in a movies, I walked like a ninny admiring the pointy flesh at the backside of one of the call girls until my attention was distracted by the hullabaloo not too far from the party hall. At first it was a humdinger but it gradually turned to a humdrum as I stood to imagine what was wrong. I used the slightest happenstance to escape from the spell as the lady went remote. I envisaged a harbinger revelation then I walked to the scene and began to harangue the hedonistic, primitive people of Bokondo about the crime against humanity which they have committed but to my surprise, a hatchet-faced feisty he-man who is never fessed-up walked up and blabbed to my ear.

          As I turned to look at the haberdasher who was knitting basques behind, she winked at me to be stoic and adapt to the benighted Bokondo suburb. Maybe the he-man saw the encouragement transferred via eyeballs to me that he became benign. With a pair of Bermudas, the nitwit told me the nitty-gritty of the noise which was not unconnected with Bokondo’s bigotry beliefs. When I knew the cause of the scenario, I berated, I tried to besmirch their opinion of not welcoming other beliefs into their fold but non of my blandishments worked because they were not in line with my social niceties. I thought that blighting would not serve the dark in completion old woman and her three boys from a big pit whom no one could tell the exact number of years they have been there alive.

          The land of Bokondo is a very fertile one which cause the influx of many  people from its surroundings. Madam Mbakara was not in exception of those who strolled to harbour in this land which is paradoxically full of milk, honey and money. She traveled to the land about a century ago, According to one bozo who confided in me, he said that she must have arrived the suburb exactly when Lord Lugurad was a boy.

          She did not only come with her two boys but bible and other personal belongings including clothings, looking intensely inter alia. When she arrived, maybe, she rad no knowledge that the people were ant-bible that she strived to convert them to the faith that was alien to them.

          Christianity against ledomism was like the clash of titans.  She was not spared. Maybe she thought that it would be as recorded in the holy literature book that the disciples should go and preach the goodnews and covert all nations to join his fold that she started with the first house but saw the antsy owners looking at them with apoplectic eyeballs, first persuading, Madam and her boys to renounce their apostasy and join the folds of hedomsm so that they could enjoy themselves as it is applicable  in the pleasurable land  of Bokondo.

          They never relented in their effort to propagate the news beyond the surface of the earth.  Conforming with their cultured was the apposite for the growing rate in population but to ensure that  their belief that pleasure is more important than anything else continues from one generation to another so that the generations yet unborn would note have the mid set of suffering before they could take their  hand to mouth.

          They left to another house but to their surprise, the poison did not treat them bad but brought out wine and assorted food items for them to enjoy themselves after the rather unfruitful mission of spreading information not accepted on Bokondo soil. After the unusual entertainment, they were oriented on the norms that govern the land which no strange religion could tamper with. That is when they vowed to prove their stand because they strongly believed that if death could take them away, definitely pearly gates would not be shut against them.

          Sooner did they know that their message has already been heard in all the nooks and crannies of the suburb that they came out enmasse to fish the strangers with such an unscrupulous doctrine that is tantamount to destroying the principled belief practiced right from time immemorial. On the first day of unfruitful effort, they took to their heels, maybe, to strategize how to capture the fable minds first and then the people who have accepted the new doctrine would help not only in sanitizing the dirty minds of others but would constitute the majority that would fight for the recognition and sub sequent take over of the strange belief.

          There was an emergency meeting in the council with a call on every Bokondo person to keep  watch and report to the  authority pronto the propagator of the unprincipled  doctrine with the view to ensuring that no one would emerge from no way to destroy their land  full of pleasure. Moverover, anyone who catch the culprit would receive a land some reward which spurred everybody into action. As usual, theater and danced, throwing their left and right legs incessantly to the contrapuntal tunes played by the drummers.

          Madam Mbakara is faced with a very  serious conundrum in her house not minding the penalty placed for the act but how to penetrate to capture the minds of a few. Her children never understood why their mother would decide to take her life at the expense of disseminating the message. That she has only read in books but has never seen any with her eyes. They thought of calling the people one after the other to teach them or build a tent so that they could come to receive the message.

          Before they could say Jack Robinson, they heard footsteps slowly … slowly and slowly coming closer. Their minds skipped. Sweat soaked them from head to toe, then they knew that to die was better than to live. They were captured and presented to the Monarch who ordered that a big pit be dug and they should be buried alive. In just a matter of fifteen seconds, the command was carried out.

          Since that primitive period to the modern days, it was a very long time. No wonder one of them said that it happened when lugard was boy. For about a Century or so, Madam Mbakara and her children were long forgotten and even to mention such a name was across the pit but to their surprise Madam and her children were still alive! How come?

          I found out that recorder was in my pocket so I found my way to interview her and the boys. They said that a man in white raiment came to feed them, washed their cloths and made life   comfortable so that Bokondo would see and feel the power of the most High. They were taken out and given a better place to stay. The pit was just like a house with many bedrooms and a few furniture.

          As I was standing, everybody came to ask me what they said in a language I did not understand. As they came closer, it became hotter so I sweated from head to toe. I saw one fiercely image flying to where I stood them fears gripped my brines. I wish I disappeared that was too much on me and as I struggled for oxygen, I felt could breeze then I opened my eyes to discover that death was approaching, then my roommate tapped me to read and prepare for test. Then I knew that it was a dream then I immediately ordered for a carton of chloroquine.

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