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The Abyss of Jacob Lucas'
By xavier burton
Monday, March 05, 2007

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The abyss of Jacob Lucas is a short story based in Africa
about the nine tribes of cowries. There are some visual
mystic characters that help to bring together lore,
legend, and fiction questioning the readers’ view of time
and place inviting you into tribe and culture

The Abyss of Jacob Lucas Synopsis The abyss of Jacob Lucas is a short story based in Africa about the nine tribes of cowries. There are some visual mystic characters that help to bring together lore, legend, and fiction questioning the readers’ view of time and place inviting you into tribe and culture 'The Abyss of Jacob Lucas' “In the mist of realities description, the oldest lie which exists is that Lucifer has a pointed tail“, O’chu Thomas said, as he was amerced in the storytelling of his tribe. He spoke as an English man telling this tribal lore with the overtone of his white master. O’chu Thomas raised his head toward the sky,”Spirits of Baal show us our ancestors’ path.” There between the men burned a fire in the pit translucent orange, yellow and blue. “Spirits rage across a sunlit sky, as the dog barks the master knows there is a stranger approaching.” O’chu Thomas said. In O’chu Thomas’s hands lay 43 cards of the Obi clan of nine cowries encrypted with the 43 names of ancient elder’s spirits who have been sent to the depths of Shagocee. This was his tribes’ word for, ‘soulless state of being.’ It was one of those days where the animals ran from the village of Obijah to the hillsides and hid themselves in between the rocks wherever they might hide from man. “I Ochu Thomas am the gate keeper of the knowledge of the ancient spirits who have long passed away from this life.” The crowd waited upon his every breath. He stood proud and victorious with the full attention of every man, woman and child. ”I O’chu Thomas son of ‘Black Chief eagle Au’ am the only Au left of my father’s clan. I O’chu Thomas am the only one left to tell the story of the Great Divide between the spirit world and our own Earth.” Black Chief eagle Au reigned for eighty-nine years as chief. His power became that of legend for killing a pride of lions which slathered a baby in a neighbor’s Obi at night. He was granted seven wishes in which he sought power with no end. He passed through the gates of ‘Au’ inside a python’s belly. The young men danced and began to chant as the drum played, dong, dong, dome, dome, dong and they song ”Agbala do-o-o-o Umuachi! Agbala ekene unuo-o! Agbala do-o-o-o Umuachi! Agbala ekene unuo-o! Agbala do-o-o-o Umuachi! Agbala ekene unuo-o! The translucent fire consumed the rocks on opposite sides. “Each of you people, take one of these cards” said O’chu Thomas. The village exploded with the drum, and the ekwe as all of the people whom lifted his own arm forth drew a card. N’otavee shouted out from amongst the crowd. ”I boast amongst the spirit of O’chu Tufia, the great counselor of men of things to come. TELL US OF OUR ELDERS, so that we may bring forth sacrifices to them and their gods.” N’uyibe grabbed his machete and placed it upon the neck of the young boy who was to be offered up for the people. The crowd moved in closer to see if they could be splattered with blood across their faces. The sacrifice of a young virgin male was seen as a privilege in the tribe by the elders. The spirit of O’chu Tufia was held as the greatest of all spirit leaders. The people boasted that his power was like that of a lion and elephant. He had seven wings spinning in ten directions upon his back. His face was that of a python and atop his head there were eight pillows of fire adorned with the skulls of eighty- four serpents which wore crowns of silver, brass and gold. O’chu Thomas stood in the mist of the crowd now garnished in traditional wardrobe of the clan’s herdsmen. On his neck a pendent of gold in cased in ruby passed to him by the god of his father Tu Au Rah. His face painted with neon colors of green and purple. “Spirit body of the spirit of O’chu Tufia, come worth and show us of our clansmen O’to ‘Future’”, O’chu Thomas commanded. “Who art strongest amongst all of thee elders and whose face bore complexity from birth”, bellowed N’yobi in a piggish snort. From the ashes of sot a figure of ash deflected amidst the coal into a most ghostly man. His eyes yellowish red in comparison to the sunrays which beam into the Obi in the mourning and his skin the pinkish grey tone stained earth, brown flakes fell off his arms. “I am the wind of time space has no divider in the depths of my truth which bore the slavery and journey’s end untold leper’s lay amongst prey tarry your stay with me my kinsmen for I am from your obi of your O’to from far and wide”, the ghostly presence with its intense voice was felt inside the minds of all men, women and children of the villages. In the southern villages of Omarion Ku Fu, their bodies quake as those of the dying and sick. The temple of Au Tu Nu Otutu crumbled to the ground in the Western Villages. As the graves of the east imploded under the earth plain, the people fell as through they where dead. Tu’fu wanted to have power for himself so he drew close to the fire burning the skin away to the bone on the side of his face. While the crowd cheered. ”Who is like the god of our fathers for when he speaks the earth is obedient to his calls. I am Tu’fu your humble servant of the dessert clan to the east boarders. Suffer my body to talk to you about our clansman. Of what is now in your time.” Tu’fu was a small man of the stature of a manatee with tentacles he called, arms of thunder when fighting his enemy. The people began to whale, “Nnua”-welcome, “Nnua”-welcome Dan duru ba “Nnua”-welcome, “Nnua”-welcome Dan duru ba There is a saying amongst the eastern people, ‘demons are just men without glory’. Thee spirit of the fire stretched forth its hand and said, “I am the wind of time, space has no divider in the depths of my truth which bore the slavery and journey’s end untold leper’s lay amongst prey. Tarry your stay with me my kinsmen for I am from your Obi of your Oto far and wide you know not where for I come or for where I go. Can you Earth body of man tell me for what reason does the earth give up her dead? Earth man for where does the wind blow and fowl travel in seeking your young? For what days is there no rain? A rock shall see vision.” A silence fell over the whole compound. The village crier whaled a chant, in Ibo that no man would repeat. The skull and back bone of an ass was wrapped around N’u tutu’s staff which began to glow bright red. As he stood near Tu’fu to catch a glimpse of his smoking flesh. The people screamed for more blood to please the gods. The earth had not drank so much blood as each clansman slaughtered a pig and goat. “I am consciousness, let every tongue be held and every eye focused into mine for in the days of your sons white men shall rule their seeds, seed and there shall be no chief or oracle to lead the tribe which is neither hot nor cold.” They all began to gaze deeper into the brightness of the skulls which adored the head of the spirit of O’chu Tufia. The Ashes of sot turned back and forth from skin to ash. A once ghostly man transforming inside the burning rocks became a woman. Her eyes yellowish red in comparison to the moon rays which beam atop the blue seas at night and her skin the fairest of fair in complexion. The dazzling luminance eyes these doorways into another time and place. The people began to see visions as words parted the air as birds. “African holocaust over 33 million blacks’ dead.” The twisted dismembered shells of burn mutilated flesh hung from the rotted corpses. Some lay on the grayish stony ground with their eyes wide open stirring into the nothingness. There was gaping wounds in the chests of young and old men as they lay in the streets. A pageant woman’s child exposed from her stomach and side her still lay burning. Bodies floated along side of ships by the hundreds. These pictures of reality began to fade back into the flames. The once cheerful crowd was left with the grim reality of these visions. ”what is this thing” they thought and talked amongst themselves in a panic. “Today in the white mans time 1608 this can not be.” N’yobi uttered. ”spirit what is the time of this vision?” Tufu command with a shout of his voice and the spirit said, “It is the year two thousand and eight” the villages stood there catatonic because of the knowledge that their ways were no more. “How can this be?” They all reasoned amongst themselves hoping the spirit of O’chu Tufia would reveal the mysteries of their people bloodline. The spirit spoke, “I am the wind of time, space has no divider in the depths of my truth which bore the slavery and journey’s end untold leper’s lay amongst prey. Tarry your stay with me my kinsmen, your Obi of your Oto far and wide. You O’chu Thomas know not where for I come or for where I go. Does the earth give up her dead? Earth man where does the wind blow and the fowl travel in seeking your young? For what days is there no rain? A rock shall see vision. You who say, ‘who is like the god of our fathers for when he speaks the earth is obedient to his calls. I am Tu’fu your humble servant of the dessert clan to the east boarder’. You shall not live to see your generation sleep fool.” The luminance blue ashes which deflected off the pinkish grey tone stained earth brown skin flakes fell off his face in the coal and floated off in the air. O’chu Thomas stood there in his place as the coals darkened black. “Spirit I am O’chu Thomas the son of Black Chief eagle Au who reigned eighty-nine years as Chief Pride of Lions. I am O’chu Thomas I alone hold the pendent of gold and ruby passed of the god of Tu Au Rah. The luminance blue ashes became his yellowish eyes which focused closer upon O’chu Thomas. The spirit said, “I am the wind of time space has no divider in the depths of my truth which bore the slavery and journey’s end untold leper’s lay amongst prey tarry your stay with me my kinsmen for I am from your obi of your O’to from far and wide” there was no fear in the mans eye whom stood to deny a god. “Foolish spirit I am O’chu Thomas have the pendent of gold and ruby spirit so you must obey! Spirits of Baal show us our ancestors’ path once more and I will not cast the pendant of ruby and gold to the earth destroying YOU!” A burst of gold flame came forth from the pit. There standing in the front of them a black board. The room was filled with faces which were no tribal markings. Someone wrote in a language similar to the white man. He was a dark skinned African who wore strange clothing to hide his arms and feet from view. His hair was fine and kinky at the same time. He moved as one of great importance. “My father and mother are in Africa right now, I live with some family on my father’s side. He is a professor at the University of Kansas. My mother’s a doctor who travels back and forth to Africa with Green Place. He turned and faced the students’ grapping his glass of water from the deck. His head slowly fell back. He drank than gasped for air as if someone or something was choking him. His head jerked forward looking directly into the eyes of O’chu Thomas. “What the fuck is that, who are you people” he shouted. Throwing the jar across the room into the wall, he picked up the chair in front of his desk to defend himself. O’chu Thomas looked at N’yobi. ”Grab another boy quick He has seen us, He has seen us”, he said. O’chu Thomas eyes where bucked open with disbelief. “This cannot be he stuttered.” Hurry before it’s too late! Give me the boy!” Terrance L. Burton Words in the IBO language Tufia( A cruse or oath) Obi (House) Ochu (Murderer) Ekwe( Musical instrument) Nnua (welcome)  

 

 

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Reviewed by xavier burton 8/27/2007


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