The Osu’s Happiness
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This story was originally written by me. I choose to call it an idrama...since it's a new type I have chosen to create. Do note that this story is purely African, and native to the Igbo region of Nigeria...for the lovers of African stories.
Ladies and gentlemen, THE OSU’s HAPPINESS
Cast:
Cast will unfold as the iplay continues. You'll readily know everyone with time.
Act 1, Scene 1
My maiden from Amugo Kingdom just brought me roasted yams with oil in a lonely calabash.
To entice me more, she wagged her wrapper-ed waist to the rhythm of the woodpecker’s tic tic tic as I devoured eyes up at their charisma.
Oh..
Her dance steps enthralled my greedy eyes wanting more.
I gave her my Greek's welcome. I felt rejuvenated, blood flowing my bloodstream as the palm oil dripped to the hungry floor whilst at my bedazzlement.
As I was head-dancing to my near forever, my maiden began to shed a river tears. She said we can't be in the happily-ever-after.
“Why Nne, why? I'd do anything. I would...” I struggled out. She interrupted “I am an OSU.”
“Nne, I don't care whatever you are. You are a human. Not just human, you are what my human wants. Don't let tradition make a vague chasm.
Don't make me run into the forest of Agbadike, never to return. You are the woman I very wanted. Even the river goddess cannot unmake this knot. Please, Nne, this is our chance, let's elope to oblivon.”