ADSactly Short Story - Visions of a Life that is to Come
Amaeke was a poor, old widow that lived in the countryside of the city of Antoshi. She lived alone in a hut that was a little far removed from her neighbours. Looking at her, you would be hard pressed to believe that there was a time when she was a desirable, beautiful young woman. But there was. Amaeke was once one of the most beautiful women in Agodi kingdom. Every man, including the prince of Agodi, wanted her to himself but that was a lifetime ago. She fell in love with Banki, the hunter, and there was nothing anyone could do to tear them apart. The prince did everything within his power to woo her, but for the first time in his life, he saw something that he could not have. He was furious at first until he realized that the two lovebirds could not help themselves. He walked away after his best had been done, wishing them well. That too was a lifetime ago. Amaeke married the love of his life and had the babies which both her parents and Banki's parents had blessed them with on their wedding day. But, as life has taught her, things seldom remain the same. Banki became sick just fifteen years after their marriage and died. The war came and claimed her three sons many years after, leaving her all alone.
In spite of everything that had happened to Amaeke, she was still the most cheerful person any person ever met. She was completely aware that life had dealt her a losing hand but she still did not allow herself to get sad. People who knew her often asked her why she was always so happy. Her response was always, "Yes, I know that life has been unlucky for me in this incarnation. But when I think about the gloriousness of my next incarnation, smiles and laughter could hardly allow me to blow to life the fire to warm my meagre supper."
On her good days when she was not feeling any pain from rheumatoid arthritis, she would work for the more affluent members of the community, sometimes cleaning, other times weeding. On bad days when the pain was too much, she worked as a nanny for her neighbours. But no matter what type of day she was having, Amaeke was always happy and maintained a positive disposition.
One day, she had to travel to the next village on their market day to buy wares for her nursing neighbour. As she walked, she hummed and sang different lullabies that she usually sang to the children she cared for. Once in a while, she would stop by the roadside to admire a lone flower or a colourful bird even though she was on a three-hour journey to the market on foot. She finally arrived at the market. Everywhere she went, sellers greeted her cheerfully and offered her great discounts on their products. So it did not take her very long to gather all the things she had come for on her basket which someone helped her to put on her head. Her return trip was slower than the morning trip because of the heavy load she bore.
Amaeke was almost halfway through the return trip when her load began to weigh too heavily on her that she needed to set it down and rest her neck. She looked around but there was no one in sight to help her bring down the load. However, a little far in front was a pile of firewood gathered by someone. The pile was a little bit below her height so she approached it, bent down and lowered her basket onto it. She was relieved after setting down the load and sitting on a tree stump nearby that she soon began to sing melodiously. She sang about the culture of the land, of wars, of dreams, of animals in the animal kingdom. Hidden by leaves and grasses just behind Amaeke was Akan, a little boy.
Akan was from Umunze, three towns after the village which market Amaeke bought the wares she carried. He was nine years old but had seen just about the same level of suffering that Amaeke had suffered in her own life. His parents died when he was four years old due to some unknown disease which made them bloated before it killed them. The town was rife with rumours that they had offended Amadioha, the god of thunder, and therefore was killed by him. Their bodies were not buried according to normal burial rites. Instead, they were carried to the evil forest where their bodies were surrendered to the gods. That was the beginning of Akan's hunger and deprivation. He was abandoned by everyone he knew. It was months before a distant aunt came to his rescue. She had a local catering business in the village and operated a restaurant. Akan did the dishes for her and that was the best time of Akan's life since his parents died, until recently. Money was missing in his aunt's home from time to time and Akan was accused of stealing. He knew it was his aunt's son that stole the money but he dared not accuse him. This culminated in his aunt chasing him out of her house. After many weeks of pleading to be taken back, he gave up and decided that he would walk as far away as the town that had given him nothing but heartaches for as long as he could remember. That was how he came to be in that bush as Amaeke walked home. Akan realized that the old woman might be scared seeing a little boy in the middle of nowhere by that time of day so he hid.
As Amaeke sang, Akan felt the urge to get closer so that he could better hear the song. As he went closer to Amaeke, she stepped on a dry branch of a tree and made a noise which startled Amaeke. She turned around and saw. She smiled. She is not scared at all, he thought.
"Oh, my goodness! Aren't you a cute little thing!" she said as she approached him and pinched him on the right cheek. Akan began to cry. No one had called him cute since the demise of his parents. His cry broke Amaeke's heart and she decided that there was nothing she would not do for him than to see him cry like that again. After a while, he was able to recount his ordeal from his townsmen and how he was determined to move away as far from there as possible. Amaeke pleaded with him to return home to no avail.
"I would ask you to return home with me but I am just a poor old woman and me have nothing to offer you," she said.
"Happiness," Akan said under his breath.
Amaeke thought about it - she was happy but sometimes she did feel lonely. She could not bring herself to leave Akan there, so there was really no choice than to let him follow her. She rolled her old wrapper which she used as a pad to carry the basket and she walked over to the place she had placed the basket. With surprising agility, Akan climbed the pile of wood and lent a hand to her, making it easier for her to carry the basket.
As they walked home, she told him stories about the tortoise and the elephant, about the tortoise and the birds of the sky. She told him about how wonderful her next life was going to be and how the thoughts of that gave her so much happiness that she could not contain herself. Suddenly the trip seemed short and so did the rest of her life. Neither of them ever told the story of how they came into each other's life. Akan took Amaeke's name and was her son until the day she slept and never woke up. In Amaeke's mind, she did not have a choice than to take Akan in but he knew that she was a woman who loved him in every way that a human being could be loved, saved his life in more ways than one, and she did not even have to. Sometimes, Akan found himself wondering if there is such a thing as reincarnation and whether one of his sons or daughters was incarnate of Amaeke. He wondered if the life he provided for them was as good as Amaeke had imagined her next life would be.
Until this day in the Agodi kingdom, the Amaeke family still exists and flourishes. Everyone knows that Amaeke is a feminine name, but not many know the story of how the name came to be.
Authored by: @churchboy
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This could actually be made into a novel :-)
I liked the story and although it doesn't follow a linear story line but its been executed pretty decently. But what grabbed my imagination the most were the characters. Of course we only had a few short pages to build the premise and that characters but they were executed beautifully. Their fears and hopes, their imagination and delusions, accusations and the truth, its all out their for the readers to enjoy.
The story shows that sometimes what appears so real and important to the eye may not be so real in the practical life. Our own perceptions can lead us to conclusions that might not be true. What was previously proven as the truth may actually have been false all along.
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Yes, I agree with you. Most of what we know or what we think we know are usually because of the things we have experienced in our lives and what we believe in. It may be religion or some other thing that keeps us going. In the case of Amaeke, she believed strongly in the concept of reincarnation. Of course it does not matter if there is such a thing as reincarnation. The point is that she had seen so much pain and hardship in her life that instead of believing that life is a crappy place or that her maker hated her, she decided that this could not possibly be all there was to it. How could it be that she, a beautiful woman was a good wife and an excellent mother, yet life had dealt her such a terrible hand. No, she thought, there must be more to it. Perhaps these were lessons she needed to learn in this turn of existence. She figured she would live it out with her head held high no matter what happened because she had imagined that the next life would be indeed awesome.
However, she discovered that she did not have to die to experience happiness again. Because of her attitude to all that was happening to her, she found a help-mate, a child that ensured that not only did she not live out her life alone, her name was written in the sands of time.
I am so grateful that you read the story and had the time to leave a kind comment. You are appreciated.
Not even mountain of money could buy her heart. That’s how strong true love is and I cherish it. Even though life with her love was too short and her three sons being taken away from her as well 😞, she still remained happy and lived her life to the full. I believe, little Akan and Amaeke where meant to meet. Her reaction, when she saw Akan, was like she was expecting him, like she expected someone to be part of her life again. Perhaps in her mind, she believed it was one of her deceased sons or even her husband.
Even though I don’t believe in reincarnation since I believe in something completely diferent, I could understand when Akan was looking at one of his children as being incarnate of Amaeke.
As always, I’m really excited to read one of your short stories @churchboy!
What do you believe that's completely different to reincarnation?
Thank you for your comment. I do not believe in reincarnation either. But I believe in love. Yes, Amaeke did not let her bad fortune get in the way of her happiness and that enabled her to find companionship in her old age.
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Great narrative of a possibility in prose which highlighted some salient and often happens in communities.
Most often:
The innate desires of men are catapulted high away from their reach , making them a MIRRAGE, whereas what was despised is later sought after.
All these makes life sometimes too complcated to comprehend.
A great work of @churchboy.l!!
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Beautiful story, I was trapped from the beginning, two lonely and needy souls who were in that forest to never separate ... maybe as Akan thought was a reincarnation of one of his children and the universe conspired to meet again in this same life, greetings @adsactly
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beautiful story love it. you are a rockstar @adsactly and Amaeke the mother of rockstars
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Nice looking healthy old lady
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This is the rule of this world ,no one can still at blossom they have to be vainshed...
We are seeing around us this
Is the biggest prof that no one can stay here forever...
Both illiteracy and poverty are human corruption, not everyone can become wealthy, but everyone should have so much to everyone.That he can spend his life comfortably.
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such an hearttouching story there about love without condition and i feel right now amaeke is being reincarnated into something divine...
i resteem this so bad...
Thank you. I appreciate.