It has been one year since Mr Kelechi Maanda went from post to pillar as a taxi driver, one day while driving his cab he overheard a conversation between two juvenile passangers. They were talking and praising a local traditional doctor, Old Mr Dube. All the passangers got off his taxi except for those two juveniles, Mr Maanda then joined their conversation.
"So, you guys think Old Mr Dube is as powerful as you are suggesting?"
"Of course, many businesses around this location and even in town are under his protection, he is so powerful that man." said one of the boys.
"Ohh really!" Mr Maanda suprised
The way the boys were praising this so-called traditional doctor it could tell that he was indeed as powerful as they suggest.
He indirectly asked the boys about the whereabouts of this spiritual or rather a herbal gifted man. After dropping off the boys where they were head to, he never hesitated, he went straight as instructed by the boys. It was a very long tiring gravel road to reach where Mr Dube was living. His place was so unique and extraordinary, inside a bushy thornhill. He lived in a cave-like clay rondavel which was built of only cow dung and soil collected from ant-hills, no concrete. When Mr Maanda arrived he was welcomed be a fine beautiful lady, light in colour. She was on barefoot and topless, only wearing on a skirt made from a goat skin on her ventral part holding a knobkkier. She had applied a red dye all over her body and had dreadlocks. Upon arrival, Mr Maanda seemed nervous and suprised.
The lady sang an initiation song and started to dance a monkey dance, she even bowed before Mr Maanda.
He tried to greet her, but she never paid attention but she rather kept on singing and dancing. She never said any word to him, but rather talked to him using her dance moves and after some moments, one other girl and a male just appeared from behind the rondavel, the male had small dreadlocks and was holding a drum in his hand. He then started beating it to produce a a melodical sound. The male initiate then spoke to Mr Maanda, then after their conversation Mr Maanda threw some money on the floor. They then stopped dancing and attended Mr Maanda. They then took him to an old wrinkled but very strong man who was sitting at the center of a rondavel. The rondavel looked small outside but very huge inside, at the door Mr Maanda was told to take off his shoes and leave them right there. Many things inside there were of clay, from the pots to cups and plates. Those other two initiates then went on to surround him as if they were his guards and whispered from time to time. You could see many small bottles containing muti and the skins of died animals hanging on walls. On his shoulder, Old Mr Dube, there was this monkey which was rejoicing every moment.
One initiate, the female, was the one who carried messages from Mr Maanda to Old Mr Dube and versa vice, she was the translator. Old Mr Dube, preferred not to speak with clients but send a messenger to do the work. After he has paid what was requested, then things came to conclusion. Actually, it was about business purposes that led Mr Maanda to consult from a traditional doctor. He wanted the old man to give him tips and guidance as he wanted to start a taxi business. The outcomes of his consultations were very hard on demands and somehow impossible for someone to fulfill. It was just the matter of now or never for Mr Maanda as he badly wanted a taxi business, so he had to organise his gents from his previous home to get the requested job done. Old Mr Dube made it clear that for him to have his business running smoothly and successfully he must bring to him a head and genitals of a teenage boy, so that he can perform a strong ritual for him. It was a very bitter pill for Mr Maanda to swallow. He never promised or notified Mr Dube's messenger that he will do as requested or not, he just left the sacred place. He had different thoughts about what was requested and the choice was his. Being super rich by taking an innocent life or remaining poor but avoiding killing an innocent teenager.
That was up to him to decide, and he finally discussed it with the other guy that he left at home. The guy encouraged him to go for it and he can supply him with one of the boys he recruited. That was their final decision and they made that deal to convince one of the boys to come to Mayfair so that he can be executed for ritual practice. Two days passed, and on the third day, the guy sent a sixteen years old boy to Mayfair to sell Marijuana. The boy was convinced that he will have a nice life while living with Mr Maanda at his place. As they were still planning about how they must brutalized the boy, they kept him busy with loads of marijuana to push business and maintain his life. His name was Sipho, he lost his both parents while still a toddler. Mr Maanda was very nice to him and he also taught him how to drive and little did he know that his days are numbered.