The mad man of KUPE

The mad man of kupe
written by Onuzulike somtochukwu.





They walked on the tarred road under the heat of the sun.
The tall one walked with ease now, her long legs moved steadily and swiftly. Her nikon camera dangling from her neck as she moved.


The short one was perspiring heavily her breath came heavy and short. She was no longer panting visibly, but you could tell she must have ran quite a distance.  Her dashiki was soggy, her hair looked wild and her eyes darted here and there as she walked.

"What was that about!" She yelled,calling to the taller one who was ahead of her.

" I don't know" the tall one replied.
"wazee we are already on a major road please stop panicking"

"I know you don't believe in these superstitions but something doesn't seem right" the short one continued, ignoring her companion's plea.

The long legged girl stopped abruptly turning  slightly to look her in the eye, then she spoke softly yet authoritatively
" That was just a mad man wazee and what you call fear is actually adrenaline pumping through your veins. 
 Were you ever listening in chemistry classes? "

The one called wazee snorted. She hated her friends guts. Always the smart one, always the fearless one, but she knew something wasn't right. She could feel it.

She touched her neck beads gently, her new boyfriend Davis had given this to her before she left the city.
  ''Oh Davis" she mumurred under her breath.
The thought of him calmed her nerves. She suddenly felt a strong desire to go home, far away from Kupe and it's weird stories, it's people and their superstitions. She wanted to go back to the city, back to her wonderful Life; Her boyfriend,her parties.
She didn't belong here anyway, science wasn't her thing. She just wanted the degree for her parents.

That night she dreamt of Davis. He was kissing her, his lips sensual and electrifying as always. Then something changed, she saw Davis's face Change into her companion's face. Only it wasn't really her face,it changed again slowly becoming distorted as she yelled;

 "wazee run!" 

She ran!!!  Ran with all her might but a crazy laughter followed her. It drained her strength that no matter how she ran she was fixed at a spot.
Then she saw her assailant's face; it was the mad man, the very one they saw at the bus station the day they arrived.

The very one they saw again that afternoon along the road to the village stream.
The last thing she saw was his crazy eyes and blood stained teeth. He laughed widly... As she slowly slid into oblivion his laughter followed her.






The other researchers found the two girl's dead bodies in the hut they shared together the next morning. They held themselves strangely, legs and arms entwined. The Nikon camera tall Rita usually hung above her bed was gone!!  In its place a very dirty piece of clothing, that reeked of blood and urine.