The old and the young, men and women, and animals were wailing and running helter-skelter for their lives, gunshots roar like thunder and stones and other weapons were flying violently in the air like a fig tree visited by storm. The air was pregnant with smoke: they were burning the thatch huts and destroying other valuable assets aggressively. The breeze that was blowing around the walls of N’somogbe was very hot to be inhaled. In fact, that afternoon was another bad omen for the people of N’somogbe. The youth of N’jo clan attacked N’go clan on N’fuminya festival celebration day for mentioning the name of King Zalokpe. These two clans were the people of Olugo tribe but from different progenitors.

N’somogbe once upon a time was a peaceful village in the heart of Kikimpo district in Bazoro region. It had approximately five thousand populace and men and women were involved popularly in yam cultivation. The peace that prevailed in N’somogbe was a strong spirit which found and bound N’jo and N’go clan together. These two clans fought Bankoto war together, which they succeeded the Ubantu tribe in this war. In fact in those days, the son from N’jo clan can eat on the same table with the son of N’go clan: they farmed together, hunted together, slept together, planned together, and celebrated N’fuminya festival together.

Tradition and custom had their seeds buried in the soils of N’somogbe. The tradition demanded that the son or daughter of either N’jo or N’go clan must not marry an outsider or other tribes. It was also a tradition that kingship must be in turns between the two clans; when the king from N’jo clan dies, someone from the N’go clan will be crowned king and vice versa. These were the tradition which the people of Olugo tribe abided by for yesteryears. Mbamukpe became the first king for fifteen years. He was from the side of N’jo clan who married only one wife who was an indigene with five male children. Mbamukpe was a great warrior who migrated from east Mampuku to N’somogbe with his brother Zalokpe who automatically was from N’go clan. They both migrated with their families because of war. Zalokpe also married one wife but had seven children all females. Both families lived happily together but one day the Ubantu tribe waged war with them which the Ubantu tribe was defeated and considered slaves. So the Ubantu people worked for the Olugo tribe as slaves for many years but none of the Olugo tribe made an advance to marry any per their tradition.

Midnight fell in the land of N’somogbe one Friday, while almost every compound was enjoying the night breeze, women and children were wailing in the compound of King Mbamukpe; the wails woke the whole village that night. King Mbamukpe had joined his ancestors that night. He had a befitting burial. Months after, Zalokpe ascended the throne as king of N’somogbe as the tradition demands. His reign was also peaceful like King Mbamukpe’s. One thing which worried him was the mono sexual child bearing which became like a seed planted in his wife’s womb. His fear was that who inherits the throne among his lineage some years to come after he is gone. This could mean his descendants will never ascend the throne.

Night swallowed the village of N’somogbe, everybody was snoring and deeply asleep but King Zalokpe’s eyes were still staring at the wild darkness of the night. He couldn’t sleep but to stay awake thinking of what to do about his situation. He had a beautiful thought which induced him to wake his wife up that night to reason with him.
“I am now a king but without a male child who will ascend my throne years to come after I am gone. You know that!”
“Verily, my king.” Responded his wife.
“I woke you up for you to reason with me to marry another wife.”
“Hmmm!” Sighed his wife.
“Why? Is there any problem?” asked Zalokpe.
“No my king! It’s only heavy but we have to carry it like that since we have no option.” Said his wife.
“Which means you’ve agreed to my request?”
“Yes, but you have to make sure what due me is done or given accordingly.” His wife cautioned.
“Consider it done as you demanded.” King Zalokpe assured.

Years later, King Zalokpe got married to another wife and gave birth to three children; two males and one female child. He reigned for ten years and mysteriously passed on.
Someone from Mbamukpe descendants took over the throne for fourteen years and also gave up his life. It was the turn for Zalokpe’s descendants to ascend the throne but something strange happened. The incoming king from N’go clan could not hold the sceptre which was a symbol of power. It burnt his hand when he made several attempts to lift it. Baba Kankpe was present at the coronation. He was the chief priest of the land of N’somogbe. He consulted the gods and revealed to the people and elders,
“There is an abomination!”
“Abomination?” In chorus, the people and elders yelled.
“He cannot be crowned king.” Said Baba Kankpe.
“Why? Tell us Baba….” One of the elders said.
“Anybody from King Zalokpe’s bloodline can never be crowned king. The gods revealed that the incoming king is a son of a slave woman whom King Zalokpe got married to as second wife. Our tradition obviously is against such act which we all aware of.” After the chief priest revealed all these, chaos visited the scene like a whirlwind. The people of N’go clan said they will never agree, they further alleged that it was a plot to deny them the taste of the throne. Things in N’somogbe land started falling apart within a twinkle of an eye: the two clans split apart, they farmed separately, hunted seperately, planned seperately, slept seperately, and celebrated N’fuminya festival seperately. N’somogbe lived for many years without a king because either allowed to be ruled by the other. They were denied development and other amenities, their lands were seized by other tribes, no unity. What even ignited fight most was for one of the clans to mention its ancestor’s name in any official ceremony like festival celebration. The state of the land continued for many years and the land of N’somogbe also lived infant and ghost among other lands till date.

     THE END!
     Please the story is just an imagination of the writer; not true story.
     Thank you for reading.

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