AMENDE: The Stream Water
Introducing “AMENDE The Stream Water” – a book that takes you on a journey that transcends time and space. At the heart of this captivating story is the tale of Amende, a child of destiny who must embark on a perilous journey through the evil forest. But this is no ordinary child, as Amende’s fate is intimately tied to the fate of his people.
What sets Amende apart is the fact that he is not content to simply exist in the world he knows. Instead, he is called to leave it behind and venture into the unknown. It is through this journey that he gains a deeper understanding of the world and his place in it – something only a few are ever privileged to experience.
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As you journey through the pages of this book, you will witness the powerful impact of nature and human intervention on the village and its people. The arrival of rain after months of drought is nothing short of a miracle, and it brings a sense of hope and renewal to the community.
Chapter One
It is a quiet evening in Okpujie village; the sun has disappeared from the sky, allowing the moon to dominate the village’s blue sky.
The incoming noise is intense, and it comes from all the inhabitants of Okpujie, returning from the village square. To reinforce their loud arguments, some were stopping from time to time and some others were rushing to their homes as if they had already overstayed outside.
It was the second time the people had gathered for the same reason. Two months had passed since the yearly start of planting season, and it was yet to rain. Not even a drop of water to wet the dust.
Some were speculating that the lack of rain was a punishment from the gods for wrongdoings in the village and some others were saying that the bad people in the village were the ones holding back the rain.
Whatever the explanation might be, the gathering of all the seven quarters of Okpujie village was to pray for rain so that the people could plant their usual food crops such as yams, cassava, and vegetables.
The village square was where the main road also ends. The mud houses along the road had one thing in common: they were all red, the color of Okpujie soil, a major character in the whole of Esan land.
Of all the houses in the village, the one at the center of the square truly stands out the most. No one entered the village without seeing it. It was strategically located to overlook the long village road, leading to the large square, and was probably the oldest house in the village.
It had been in the same condition for as long as the people could remember: no renovation, no major damage, and no intention to rebuild it.