The Chase
On hearing this, Adamu’s legs got to work. Slow at first, then faster and faster, like a cheetah he went:
Sorrow fueled his pain,
pain fueled his anger;
and anger fueled his legs.
Blood flowed into his eyes, and turned them red. His incisors turned to fangs, his eyelashes overgrew; his breath sounded like a woof. Adamu, does not know what he will do when he catch-up with Bala, but catching him is vital.
Ere the chase, Adamu meet his mother in a pool of blood, when he entered his hut. “Bala, Dongari’s head guard” she muttered, then she died.
Upon this statement, his rectangular doorway lost its outlines as his eyes scanned the outside perimeter from their oval posts.
He spotted a boy under the Dongoyaro, tree in his compound “kai! Abul, have you seen Dongari’s head guard?” He asked in furious Hausa, as he stormed out of his hut. “Yes, he went that way” the boy said pointing at a brownish path.
Bala, became Adamu’s enemy, the day Adamu, defeated him in the village wrestling championship.
After a long chase, Adamu, caught Bala’s neck and pinned him to a tree. “Ah! Adamu, you are not human; the villagers must hear this.” Bala, said (adding salt to his injury). Adamu’s fingers, curled into claws and straight into Bala’s neck they went. Like a farmer harvesting carrot he pulled out Bala’s throat.
This is a secret, only his mother knows. she told him he is like that because his father, who was a hunter killed a pregnant hyena the night before his birth. The hyena cursed him.
Just then the bush behind him rustled, with the fear that he may need to commit murder again, he turned and saw Dongo, his dog panting; he was not alone on the chase.
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