Ovalodi, Chapter 14 APOLOGIES, the content in this text is not for sensitive readers. Ndapewa: For as long as I can remember I have always been told that I am a powerful witch, I am more powerful than the venom of a black-mamber, I am from a long line of dark witches, I am a figment of some voodoo crap you name it but when do I get to use these powers that people won’t shut up about. When will I stop being scared of my own shadow and face dark witches on my own like a powerful witch should do. I was starting to doubt my own strength if I even had any as I stared at the dark dirty wrinkled toes with very long nails of the naked person on the bed. There face was sill hidden in the dark ‘fog’ and as much as I wanted to close my eyes and say a quick prayer I was terrified out of my skin that the creature before me will jump me and trust me I have had a creature on me before and there was nothing pleasant about it. I know most of you are shocked by my mention of a quick prayer but ja I kneel before the Lord like everyone else because without him this world will be filled with chaos. I have always gone to the nearest normal church around the areas where I have lived, and when I say normal I am referring to the churches we had before the rapid increase in Pentecostal churches. In both Ondangwa and Windhoek every second house I see has a church in there yard which if you asked me is like a business now. Owning a church makes more if not less profit like you owned a ‘cuca shop’ but that is not the reason why ‘we’ the witches just don’t go to any Pentecostal church because most of them are owned by witches if not under the spell of witchcraft. How do you think those miracles happen? The rapid healing? The uncontrollable falling down and not to mention the talking in tongues? And how most members go crazy when they stop attending or end up donating all their money I will explain that later though but it’s a Business my friend so be smart about it. Not all of them are owned by witches some of them are genuine and really do worship God it’s just really tricky to the normal naked eye to pick out the right one. So for a witch to enter in a spelled house he/she needs permission to enter just like vampires in the movies do. So I silently said my prayers with my eyes wide open as I watched the fog disappear from the person that was once a huge owl with dangling wings. “Dimako manga kolusheno itale.” (Switch of the lights quickly) the voice commanded and before I could run to the socket the familiar voice sunk in deeper and my body jumped to the recognition. I climbed on naked mkwaanyoka’s laps and I hugged her tightly, glad that she was finally here and that maybe the storm will cease now after al she was a dangerous witch and many if not all feared her and maybe if I was lucky I couldn’t quite decide some of her power will rub of on me. We were quiet for a minute and I felt as she hesitated to hug me back. She was not a fan off showing emotions she had that in common with Nelago. Speaking of Nelago her warning flushed in my head again more alarmed than last time and before I could tell my grandmother she let go of me and gently put me on the bed. Amazed by her strength and how she managed to put me on the bed without any signs of effort she said “Ho okwe ya ne” (your father is here) standing up in panic I took a closer look at mkwaanyoka and she didn’t look much like herself. Her skin looked dry, like it was cracking and peeling off. Is that why she wanted me to switch of the lights? Before I could comment about it she started licking herself. No kidding but she was literally licking her skin like a cat does to clean its hide. Looking at her mesmerized and a little impressed every part she licked looked more normal than the rest of her body. When she reached her elbow it’s like her tongue stretched or was she just flexible? She was licking herself obliviously like I wasn’t even in the room confused and I didn’t even know if I had the right adjectives to describe the type of emotions I was going through right now. When she moved to her genitals I closed my eyes and quickly turned around to switch of the lights because as much as I was getting used to the weirdness the thought of her licking her junk like a dog was umh eeew There was a knock on the door and as much as I wanted out of the room I couldn’t risk anyone coming in either. Ignoring it the person knocked again and before they could open I opened and quickly stepped out. “your male friend is looking for you” the girl I bumped into earlier said a little almost annoyed. “Charlie?” I said almost horrified, why this guy always shows up when I am surrounded weirdness is beyond me. I thought running out on him in the middle of an almost kiss was saying good night. Walking to him he had his hands in his pockets while he leaned on the door frame looking me over while I approached him. “I am sorry if I made you uncomfortable” he quickly said before I could ask why he came back. “I wasn’t” I shyly said while I played with my fingers. “Then why did you run away?” he asked his voice demanding an answer and when I gave him nothing he exhaled a little annoyed. “You like me right?” he jumped right into it with no beating around the bush and I felt my cheeks warm up but said nothing and continued staring at my hands. Call me childish but my stomach was filled with butterflies now, I was a nerve wreck. Tilting my chin and making me face him so that our eyes met he asked me again “Do you like me” I nodded trying not to be a coward and look away. “Good” he said “I like you too, a lot.” He added while still holding my chin up and staring into my eyes. “I am going to kiss you now” he said slowly and my heart missed a beat. It was finally happening “please try not to run away” he joked as he moved in and held my waist like he was trying to secure me from bolting again. Pulling me in I felt his body on mine, his pelvis in my stomach, his heart beat growing faster as he closed in and the smell of his cologne intoxicating as hell. Just like that our lips locked the wetness of his lips on mine. Moving and dancing with mine. It was in that second that I decided I wanted to live; I wanted to feel this again. I wanted to be touched like this. To be kissed like this and the hunger in me grew more and more my lips started dancing with his in a tune I wasn’t familiar with. He held me tighter and I locked my arms around his neck and pulled myself into him some more. The feel of my lips playfully between his teeth and my tongue on that pink bottom lip of his was all together arousing. I didn’t know how long it was supposed to last and who was supposed to pull away first but I just kept going and going twisting and nibbling giving and taking this was the most beautiful thing I have ever felt my entire life. I felt him hesitate when he broke the connection between our lips no denying that he too did not want to end it. We both gulped in a mouth full of air silently. I was looking at his chest embarrassed by my own reaction not knowing how to act next. Tilting my chin up again to look at him he smiled and flashed those dimples. I giggled a little and he hugged me, he could tell I was embarrassed and shy and probably just wanted to hold me. I was relieved to not be looking at his face. I closed my eyes to memorize this feeling and when I opened them again I was met by the disapproving look on mkwaanyoka’s who was still naked. I literally almost jumped out of my skin and new this was my cue to leave Charlie now before he saw my naked grandmother behind him and that could change things between us but I didn’t want things to change I really like Charlie. As soon as good byes were said I ran to the room mkwaanyoka was wearing my pajamas and almost looked ridiculous but I wasn’t complaining it was way better than staring at her titties. Her skin looked well now she must be done licking herself, how ridiculous is that? So she explained to me why she came to visit us. Apparently our figment ghost father was back and his intentions were dark though still unknown to us. On our own we cannot defeat him; she was here to open our powers because apparently with the fear of us hurting one another and exposing our secret (that we were witches) she locked or paused them until we were matured enough which we were now kama. I couldn’t decide if I was relieved or not. All cards were placed on the table no more secrets, it was official the guy in hoodie was indeed my father. Mkwaanyoka sat on the floor with her legs folded, she rubbed her hands while murmuring a few words she went on and on for few minutes with her eyes closed until she opened them wide. “Owuli peni?” (Where are you) she asked alarmed and I knew right away she was talking to Nelago. How did they do that I thought to myself as I moved in to try and listen to their conversation. “Okwe ku kuma?” (Did he touch you?) She asked, did who touch who I wanted to ask. What the hell was going on, why won’t they talk to me? My mind was going crazy, trying not to think. “Repeat after me” I heard her tell my sister and she started talking in tongues repeating the same thing over and over and over and when she stopped there was a fire flame on the tiles which didn’t seem to bother her as she gently almost caressed it while telling me the flame would protect my sister. “Okuli mondjila paife” (she is on her way now) I had so many questions but I knew that even if I asked I wouldn’t get any answers. I needed to ask the two of them together. So we sat there in silence waiting for Nelago to come so we could do whatever ritual mkwaanyoka had in her mind this time. #Anonymous I hope you are all doing great but before we continue I would like to clarify a few things. Ovalodi is a fiction story; there is no truth to what I write it is all based on imagination and creativity. Just like you enjoy watching witches of east end, drag me to hell, mirrors, super natural this is just the same. The aim is to scare and entertain you guys. I have used Namibian places and local terms so that it’s more familiar to everyone reading it and not because it has happened to me. I have written real life stories before and as a writer I am just exploring my horizon writing about different things. So NO, I AM NOT A WITCH (lol I can’t believe I have to explain that to you guys) and no I am not spreading satanic things nor do I support Satan lol pretty soon I am going to be accused of being in illuminati which I am not and frankly don’t believe in but that is just me. So I am giving you all an opportunity to speak your mind like I always encourage you to, if I am freaking you guys out say the word and we will go back to the bumpy ride of Hileni. But if you are all cool with being creped out lets continue than. Don’t forget to go to church tomorrow my friends and remember it’s all just a made up story Relax. #Twapewo Shilongo
Posted on: Sat, 10 Jan 2015 20:00:53 +0000
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