To tell you that l retook the throne and killed Gebhazi would not be enough because l scratched him of the archives of history itself! You see, when you kill your enemy you do it out of hate and spite but when you obliterate your own blood,it is an art! It is bigger than just love,it is a revelation of the purest form of care and affection by blood! Indeed there is no sanity in this but all great things are possessed through sacrifice. So when l made it into the capital of Bambana, Sankara coerced the strong young men to lie down in regiments of their age like a mat so that l stepped on them when l entered the royal palace. It was a way of showing their remorse and submission to me but l refused! It was okay and overwhelming to be honored in this way even if it was a gesture of forgiveness but these were my people and patients who didn't understand the sicknesses l was yet to cure from them. Some even went to the extent of bringing those that had assisted Gebhazi to murder my family and l tasked them to hold them under the Big Baobab tree until l came back. Everywhere l stepped, the passage widened as royal guards opened the way for me. As the crowd cheered me on, Sankara slide an ornament that was covered in goat skin like a sword sheath! It was like he was an agent of the river gods and at the same time making sure l did accordingly as they had planned!
A big fang was concealed by the sheath! It was bigger than a Viking's double hand sword and sharper than a Samurai sword! To be honest, it was heavy too but l had accumulated some reasonable muscle from my lifestyle with the river gods and the herbs had gave me the strength of a wolverine. So as l unsheathed my weird sword,l saw that it was one of the teeth of Nyaminyami because of the carved emblem image it had on the hilt. I couldn't understand if it was a saw or sword but it could definitely do the jobs of both effortlessly. In all my years,l had never heard the royal palace quiet but on that day it was as if the home l knew had been teleported to a different dimension. However l was calm surprisingly until l saw what Gebhazi had done. You see Gebhazi was possessed by evil spirits that had him so crazy that when he heard l had returned as a Nyanga to reclaim my birthright he turned himself into a Nyanga king as well! His tikolotshi's(evil spirits) made him kill all the royal male that supported my claim to the throne but it wasn't that he killed them that made me angry, it's the way he did it. Now you have to understand that Gebhazi was a big man and an undisputed champion in hand to hand combat,so killing a few old uncles and naive nephews was easy for him especially with the help of those that worshipped and feared him. So when he murder that last of those that opposed him ,he wanted to set an example that would make even the shadow of anyone that opposed him want to flee from its owner in fear!
In theory human beings have intestines that are about 7 metres long in length.So if you tie the intestines of 100 men together then you have a good length of rope and this is what Gebhazi did! The rope was so big that when l opened the door upto the sanctuary,the rope kept doubling in width and stretching in length. No one invited me in or atleast greeted me according to the custom of royals except the corpses of the 100. Feet were on top of necks and heads were literally being gorged for brains by ravens that had their white pastor's collar red with blood! It was like Gebhazi was holding a ritual of some form and his socialites were giving him all the praise. When l entered the sanctuary were we usually burnt incess and made prayers to the gods and ancestors, a cloud of black smoke graced me with its overwhelming presence.
Whatever Gebhazi had done, he definitely had over done it and his followers were either chocking because of it or suffocating. I knew very well that if you lit a house on fire then you had to be ready for the smoke so l locked the door until l was sure that the smoke had done half the job for me. When l opened the door, most of Gebhazi's people were dead and had inflammations allover their bodies. Those that survived lay down unconscious like their leader who had made the grave mistake of allowing the handicapped to hold the incess jars in a feat to appease his spirits and prove that he was a powerful Nyanga! So my task was much simple. Stab anything that moved or made any sound with Nyaminyami's tooth and save Gebhazi for last! One by one l copied Tshaka Zulu's stab and conquer style of killing"thevula... vala, ngadla!". After everyone was dead and the pool of blood was flowing allover the place,l dragged Gebhazi by his size 14 feet to the royal Dare (house of law) were the king and chiefs met!
You see, there are two languages of power and that is fear and ruthlessness!Every leader must possess this if he or she is to have a long and peaceful reign and this is why l wanted the local leadership to understand why l was called Dumakude! The entire kingdom watched as l dragged Gebhazi like a stray dog to the royal square and l stabbed his feet together until the hilt of the sword touched his toes without them moving! Then l danced and sang a rain making song that made the rain pour heavily for a few minutes until the people began to scream "hail the Nyanga King" but in truth,it was a trick that l had practiced with the river gods. Nyaminyami and Chitapo's ears were so sharp that they could hear the heartbeat of a fetus a couple of miles away. So the plan was that whenever l tell the people fo dance for rain to appease the river gods, both Nyaminyami and Chitapo would gurgle water and spray it out with such force for three times,such that it would feel like it was truly rain from above. Since everyone would be in the square,this meant that no one would see the two catalysts and the trick would work. If fhey were seen it was still a plus for me because people would believe l interceded for them and had favor on the river gods!
So when the rain had finished to pour and Gebhazi was still wallowing in pain and cursing me with zealous obscenities! I removed my sword from his feet and blood oozedallover but l wasn't done yet so l dragged him to the king's chair and Sankara ordered everyone to sit down ! If Gebhazi's greed for power had led him to do all these despicable acts then who was l not to give him the power he killed for? So l placed him on the king's chair then drove Nyaminyami's fang into his mouth until the tip protruded out of the king's chair blood flowed all over! Then l sat ontop of him and used him as the royal chair since it was this furniture and the power that it had that made him possessed and mad ! I becamekingNsukuzokuduma from that day,not because l killed vampires nd ogres or fought giant snakes but because l literally came with a bang and killed with a fang!