The three giant Ndondotchas with grizzled hair, dressed in black cloaks, bailed off the chopper, somersaulting and finally landed on the ground.
The Ndondotchas danced enthusiastically in a circle while the king chanted some sort of incantations, then they all engulfed the man with their blood-smelling hands.
The king and other three giant Ndondotchas closed their eyes and vanished into a puff of smoke and got themselves back into the chopper with the man’s corpse flying beyond the space.
“Today, where will our port-of-call be?” queried the two giant Ndondotchas.
“Right there in the graveyard,” retorted the king while busy smearing the man’s body with a blob of magic oil on his forehead. After a bundle of seconds the chopper reached the port-of-call.
“Here we are, we have arrived at the garden of remembrance. Let’s look for his great grandfather’s gravestone, I wish him to be buried there,” the king ordered.
They all melted away together with the spellbound man, leaving the chopper in soaring in mid-air. Then suddenly they were on the gravestone and began opening it like archaeologists. Flapping their wings and chanting their favourite songs, the black owls emerged.
“Bring me the calabash of elixir,” demanded the king.
The other giant Ndondotcha decamped like a haunting ghost and appeared on the spot, bringing with him the calabash and with reverence handed it to the king.
“Thanks a million,” the king took the calabash, opened it and sprinkled the magic potion on the man’s body while reciting invocations.
The winding sheet disappeared from the man’s body and he immediately came out of the coma trembling with terror. The two giant Ndondotchas removed the gravestone and exhumed the skeletons of the man’s great grandfather from what seemed to be an ancient casket. With throaty powerful magical words they conjured the remains off.
“This is the death you foolish young man. You die once and for all bye byeeee! And have a nice journey to your maker!” They all made fun of him while strutting their stuff in a circle with a bountiful thrilling verve in their bosoms.
The man got thunderstruck; he was completely dumbfounded. Not even a single part of his body could dare move, except his heart which by this time was on heavy-duty, pounding hard with traumatizing shock.
“Please, somebody help… help me!” He squealed, hoping someone could come to his rescue but it was no use, only echoes of his voice reverberated into his own ears.
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Tell us: What do you think the Ndondotchas want to do with the man?