Jago Pilla
He was born with the name David Zokpia Naho, along the line he added Apollo in his elementary school years, radicalized somewhat by reading about Apollo Kagua, 1864 to 1927, the historic Ugandan political Leader, who he idolized.
He aimed to become a future Prime Minister of Nigeria, like Apollo Kagua, who, under British Colonial rule was appointed Ugandan Prime Minister in 1890, by King Mwanga II.
The dream of PM crashed, like his elementary school education, when his father, my maternal grandfather, died. But he kind of forged on, he was that kind of kid, a village whizkid, who'd try his hands on anything, voodoo, villainy, and all. Mixed grill.
The location is West Africa, between the mangrove swamps and the savannah belt, in the rainforest plateau of Esanland, where boys were born already as men, and not just mere men, but brave men, born and bred to do and to dare.
David Zokpia Apollo Naho got a new pseudonym, Jago, Jago Pilla. How he got the name, even he could not explain, since he got it without half trying. It was his final nomenclature, and the name invoked respect and fear. Soon, everybody was calling him Jago Pilla.
The name was known famously to normal life folks with affection and respect, and notoriously known to the bad eggs with loathing and dread, and that pretty much is the story of his life, which fate thrust on him, in a projectile that took him through local brawls, tribal feuds, and boundary skirmishes, to the epic clash with the marauding killer herdsmen that finally defined him, and his mysterious bloodline...
It was all at a time in Esanland, not too long ago, even contemporaneous when amulets and occultic divinations were commonplace, mojo competition were frequent pastimes, communities where might and right were mixed, mysticism was real, warriors were called okakulo, and mortal men could vanish in plain sight.
