One Ozoemene Mboli who recounted how he killed a python allegedly belonging to "Odo" deity in Udi Local Government Area of Enugu State has come up with another tale of dread, spirituality and fear.
Ozoemene had narrated how the deity's snake habited his house ceiling until his return to the village for his grandmother's burial. He did tell how he used petrol to weaken the said snake and subsequently killed it. He confirmed that in the time past that whoever killed the snake of the Odo deity died as well as those who came into the world through him. He said the snake he killed looked like that of the deity.
Ozoemene feels the deity is after him.
In his words:
This I have asked myself severally. Whomever I told this my plight laughs over it and says in response that it is just imaginative. But I know what I am saying. I know full well that this is more of the spiritual implication of the snake of the Odo deity I killed last week ( picture attached).
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This snake from time immemorial was inviolable in words and in action; it was sacred as the deity and reverenced as a god in disguise. But Christianity brought the end of the Odo deity and masquerade. Though extinct now via the tenacious hand of Christianity but its relics are still very much evident in our communities.
Now, who would believe that since I returned to Onitsha after killing this snake (Picture attached) that I now have moving snake in me ? It moves like the way snakes move: zigzag in my body without bounds and timing. It's not a real snake but it moves like it. I have gone for X-rays but nothing was found. But the movement is so real as it's terrifying.
Who would believe that night now comes with haunts and fear for me; clipping my eyes for sleep has become the most dreadful thing for me: it's either snake is coiling around me or constricting me to swallow or glaring at me to devour in dreams after dreams. This has made my night not less dreadful.
But no one believes me. Not even my wife who has rebuffed the suggestion from my uncle to revisit the village and sacrifice some fowls to the name of the defunct deity, nor my sisters who believe that I have always admired my village culture which comprises the village masquerade. "Repent and be born again", a maxim from them, also the said solution to my problems, the snake one and beyond. I am not an atheist but I am not fanatical about religion. And my going to church every Sunday has never been enough to qualify me as a born again as long as I occasionally take some bottles of wine.
I have always defended my culture and not very happy that our people have abandoned our culture. Yes, I did follow the masquerades when I was younger and enjoyed its meals that were served to us on our palms. But it ended there. I kept the secret from my sisters that the masquerades were worn by humans. They were gods; a thing I knew was not true and defended before everyone even at this point.
However, my current travail after killing a trespassing snake appears laughable but it's so disturbing.
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