Great culture chapter seven, Boniface maiyani, the battlefield

The area received both frontal and relief rainfall hence this made it to be a meadow. Due to the area being covered by green grass which included the elephant grass from the family hyparrhenia and cymbopogon afronardus; the southern community had taken the of utilization of the available home resources.        

They hid themselves in the partly sod-forming grasses which were found in open areas. The tussocky grass that tufty provided a hiding place to those under some short, umbrella shaped acacia trees with their leaves reduced to thorns. Their mode of dressing was an added advantage since it was just difficult to differentiate between the warriors and the grass.      

 The tufty grass made the warriors from our community to walk with difficulty. Some grass had some effect since they scratched our warriors in the scorching sun. All this were the fake reasons that may be our warriors would use if given some time to say the cause of their defeat.     

 Most of our warriors kicked the bucket before they recognised the hidden trick. The warriors from southern community camouflaged themselves with green grass that when they were walking one would not imagine that a mortal thing was covered under. In fact, just calling a spade a spade, it looked extraordinary since most of them were astonished for they had never seen such a method. This only happens in modern movies video as seen in LANG MEI movie and LAST MAN STANDING, especially those vietnamese movies.

  This methodology seemed to be elementary to some of them; especially those who were recruited recently. The shortcoming was that our warriors would be seen from far since they had won clothes, which were visible in day light.    

 They had shukas, which were red. It took quite a good lengthy of time before they realized the method of using the green grass. However, the time they realised Lapuroni gave as an order that anything green seen moving should be cleared or speared from far.        

  However, alas! This would not have solved their problems since most of their corpses lay in the battlefield. Blood had collected enough to form small affluent. The southern people way of killing someone was a bit thrilling since they had many procedures.    

  First, they would pierce the warriors eyes (but this is terrible) then they would stone him to death (thinking of Lot’s wife- yes you should.)More often, it seemed they were using the hot-tempered Mosaic policy of stoning someone as vividly explained in the Holy Christian Bible. They would do it faster and accurately, as they were capable since a specific site was used.        

 There and then, blood would always gush from someone throat and into the thirsty ground. The scene was actually terrifying since like all of our soldiers were lying down in a sea of blood. After being butchered and maimed, their corpses would remain mute and lifeless, with disoriented eyes that seemed to ask why. In fact, some looked as if they were in the ARMS OF MORPHEUS.    

 Supposing you had a chance of eye witnessing the grotesque situation, aphonia would be a NINES DAY WONDER talk about you by people to have taken over your senses. The area smelt of death and destruction. It had started smelling, stinking like nobody’s business. A whole flight of flies had conquered the atmosphere and here I know you would not hesitate of thinking the plagues in Pharaoh-Moses encounter. It did rain on a certain evening and that made the already bad situation worse. Chemistry; blood in water or water in blood. Mind you, any would be suitable.    

   The foul smell that was invading the region was more than that the odour that came from an untreated sewage. Lapuroni thought that the war would be ephemeral. However, after what seemed like a wild goose chase Lapuroni decided and thought about giving in to the opponents. Though his warriors had attempted to kill the warriors from the southern region, he had to obey their home advantage.    

   Finally, Lapuroni became intimidated and he shouted at the highest order. This was so carefully planned just to draw the attention of the southerners. Meanwhile, the southerners were heavily pondering of his whereabout and here he was busy exposing himself. His prayers were answered. This time it was very quick. It happened. He was besieged using the buffalo invasions method.        

When he looked around, he saw a clique of warriors advancing to where he was from all the possible directions. Lapuroni became frightened like MACBETH BEFORE THE GHOST of BANGUO.      Impromptu. Since he had remained an altruist to his people, he and other warriors ran towards the southern folks in order to intimidate them. They were all shocked and flabbergasted when they discovered that none of the southern soldiers showed white feathers.    

 Lapuroni’s thought of retreating was well apprehended by the southern soldiers. They all ran towards him. As a matter of facts, he and his warriors were ordered to put down their weapons. They therefore had to raise their arms after they were through with kneeling down.   

 He was captured after he decided to surrender into the hands of the opponents. All the warriors were slained. Other warriors, from our tribe, who were watching from far ran back to our home village as fast as they could. They had a lot to tell the rest. It was so pitiful to be pleasant. There were weeps’ and shouts all over, my son, my son.   As usual, prominent figures in the society were not supposed to be killed by warriors. It was believed their spirit would haunt such a warrior who would raise his hands and kill the prominent figure. Those too much tales surrounding such an act were always impregnated with fearful thoughts that after-killing events that none has ever been killed by warrior. Those misfortune foretold were even heavy enough to comfortably be accommodated on a warriors back.      

  Therefore, with this in the warriors mind, all left the work to their leader who looked so innocent that one could think that he couldn't even kill a fly. But judging book by its cover is what we have just  done. The leader walked to the ground that Lapuroni stood. First of all, he became more of a comic when he slapped him. Lapuroni groaned in pain but he would dare do nothing. He wished the earth would open up and swallow him only to come back like a bainely. However, cracks happening on the ground were as impossible as having the Kilimanjaro topple over.                              

      “Why you not responding to greetings buddy. You thought this is a free land where you just come and impose your rules like a kitchen without a cook.  Today I will help you  to visits the land of no return. When you arrive there tell them the world became smaller for you that you could not accommodate yourself."The leader asked in a tone likely to suggest he was very furious.       

   Lapuroni shivered that the earth below and grasses seemed as if they were dancing SALSA.  The leader from the southern region looked up and down. The gesture that was suggesting that he was praying for the safety of safeness. He ordered his warriors to scatter in order to avoid Lapuroni’s blood splashing on them. He was to be butchered mercilessly. In addition, supposing he would have won, he would have done the same to his opponent. The yoke was ready and after they all disappeared,    his head was restrained in between the yoke. 

The leader held his knife and chopped Lapuroni’s neck, which sends the head obeying newton’s  first law of gravity. His bodies did the once easy but hard task- breakdance. Of course, Lapuroni’s error was over. It was never to be seen again. It had all gone for good. He was to be an ancestor but now he was a living dead.        

  The southern folks had proved to be invincible as chewing gum. He was recorded in the tkirrir Oley, which is comparable to today’s Guinness book of world records. Our community too had learnt how to live with the other community in the hard way, which by matter of facts it was the only way.    

The warriors from our community who had escaped, when they were interviewed said that the scenario left behind in the southern folk was not worth remembering. 

The regicide had even worsened the situation for it made them to be confused like the BABEL as so clearly depicted in the Old Testament.   I take this opportunity to send my utmost condoloscences to those who encountered FRATRICIDE in the battlefield. It hurting but it will always remain unturned, come sun, come rainfall.       

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