"Have you seen the last season of Game of thrones?" Asked Ismael.
"No, not yet."
" Oh, Arya Stark dies."
"Why on earth would you say that?
Fuck you man."
"I'm just kidding, just kidding but the mother of dragons dies."
"Come on!"
"just kidding, or am I?"
"OK that's it, bye guys I'm heading home."
"hey, what about the assignment, you remember we have a moot court session today don't you?" said Rose
"yeah, that. I knew I was forgetting something, which year are we facing Today?"
"1st year 2nd semester."
"They have not been to court yet guys, you've got this Rose."
"No you don't get to say that, everyone has been using that as an excuse, stop underestimating this kids."
"will do, once you stop calling them kids. How Many are we?"
" You included, 6."
"prosecuting or defense?"
"defense."
"Come on, do we really need 6, baby girl, let me out on this one, I'll make it up to you."
"what about me, will you make it up to me?" shouted Ismael, from the corner of the class.
"How about I pick you up at 8?" I asked him.
"Fuck you."
"Hey, slow down we will plan that at 8."
He frowned and went back to his laptop.
"please Rose."
"OK, OK but you can't keep doing this."
"Thank you dear, I'll make it up to you." I said running out.
Once out of the campus gates, I took out my phone and made a call.
"Hey JJ, where you at?"
"Hostel, whats up? "
"I found something, I'm coming over."
"cool."
"Cool? I thought you would be all yeah my best friend is coming, Yeah."
"Yeah right." Then he hung.
"Hey, sup? " I said entering JJ's hostel.
"Nothing much, was watching a movie. You said you found something?"
"Yeah." I said making my way to the single chair he had in the room.
"Let's hear it."
"I came across a document, here." I said handing him the Old document.
"what's special about it, wait I can not make a word out of this."
"yeah I know, that's because it's written in the Luhya language, Look at the date."
"it's not dated, but it's paged, page 13 and 14. Does this means it's a page of a book?"
"exactly, a page of a book that describes a man called Mukhongo, this page Says In detail how this man wept intensely, for instance this sentence." I said pointing.
"it says, Mukhongo yikhula khumasaa, Yalila mbaka tsimoni tsimuchia, isimbwa Khu makulu ke. Translated, Mukhongo wept for hours, he cried until his eyes were bloody red, his dog in his lap."
"And that is important because?"
"let's turn the page, here it says that Mukhongo removed his Musambwa , and lay it beside him."
"what does that mean?"
"That I could not translate until I saw this document."
I said making my way to his laptop.
"Here, this is a document drawn by one of the earlier African Missionary who documented African first encounters and beliefs the same belief they were trying to change."
"OK, how did it define Musawhat? "
"Musambwa, Here it says that the Luhya community believe that there is a man who lives in the tropical forest between the Buganda kingdom and the Democratic Luhya community, the man was chosen by Musambwa, signified by a mask called Ingwe meaning the Leopard."
"OK, so what's Musambwa?"
"That's not the point, the point is that we now know that the Musambwa referred to in the page is a mask. What the mask does we are not told, but what spooked me is this name. The missionary referred to, Ingwe Mukhongo ring a bell."
" OK, we have a traditional man, who has a mask given to him by the Musumbu, lives in a forest and has a dead dog, unless there is a follow up story that's all I got."
"Musambwa, you are following right, Now read this." I said opening a new tab, sat back and watched him go through the prose.
"OK, you have got something alright, so, what's your story on all this." He said after reading the PDF.
" I'm glad you asked that, we have established that there was a special mask held by the Luhya people, this mask I believe had a supernatural effect to the holder, so much that the holder was considered an important figure in the society, now the story of the solider you just read, it's my opinion that the man with a tail, dark spots on a hairy skin and claws on his hands described could be a man wearing the mask. Now, when the solider shot him thrice in the head, something fell off his face after which he gradually turned back into a man, a dead black man. However much I have tried to follow up with the story of this mask that is the last inference to the mask."
"OK, I'm guessing a quest."
"You guessed that right, never ever have we heard of the mask, in fact the story of the solider was never believed but now putting one and one together we see there was something unique in the African community, right? I'm going to look for the lost supernatural Ingwe mask."
The blunt was lit.
Someone stormed into the room, we both jumped a bit, he came snapping his fingers.
"Pass that sh*t, I literary heard your lighter spark, don't be mean pass it." Said Mwangi making his way to the edge of the bed.
"chill bro, the chain is yet to be formed."
"Form it with me, hey Dave." he said extending his fist towards me.