THE ELEPHANT WOMAN
I am a married man with five children. I cannot say I am a widower. My wife didn’t die, neither has she died. She didn’t run away. Take your time to read from words to words and enjoy this amazing story of mine The Woman Elephant

What happened to her is still a mystery. A mystery I brought on myself because of my insatiable thirst for beautiful and fair-skinned women.

I was a hunter. My father was a hunter too and so was my grandfather. Hunting has run in our family for generations and now it was my turn. For a not so educated man like me who lived in the village, I found no other profitable job to do. Hence, I had to follow in the footsteps of my ancestors.

I am an old man now, almost seventy years. However, in my heydays, I was a tall and handsome young man. I was also strong and intelligent.

My unique physical and psychological features made me the dream man of every village girl. However, it was like some strange village god was directing my life.

In spite of all the attention I got from many a village maiden, I had no interest in any of them. I was still in my prime and felt there was no need to hurry. I concentrated on my hunting business and put all my energy into it.

I was not just an ordinary hunter. I was an elephant hunter. It was a risky business, very risky.

Firstly, I stood the risk of running into trouble with the law, since ivory was illegal in most parts of the country.

Secondly, I didn’t use a normal hunting gun like most other hunters did. I had been able to procure a military-grade weapon; AK 47 to be precise.

Thus, I was able to kill elephants without any difficulty. I sold the tusks in the black market and the meat to the village people.

There were lots and lots of risks involved in hunting elephants. Their colossal size was one of these risks.

In a case where your gun got jammed, and the elephants decided to chase you, you would be in serious trouble.

There was an incident I was once involved in. I was in the forest, hunting. Suddenly, I was confronted by a group of elephants. There were about twenty of them.

suddenly transformed into that of a human. It was the old man who had made a bet with me.

He begged me in his human voice to call his challenge a bluff and spare him. I didn’t. I fired two shots and he dropped. Luckily for him, he was close to the village.

When I shot him, his human form dropped dead at home. He quickly confessed and his totem was changed and a new one given to him. Thus, his life was saved. Next time, he would be more careful.

I know you are surprised how someone’s totem can be changed. Yes, it’s possible. This world is more mysterious than you could ever fathom.

In the underworld, where people have totems, when the totem is killed, the owner automatically has to die. Your totem is like an extension of you.

It’s like your soul. It’s like your avatar. Whatever affects it, affects you. However, you have to be bold enough and explain to the top witches and wizards in the village that your totem has been killed.

If you do that on time, you will be given a new one and your life saved. If you don’t, you will die. Most people don’t know about this and die ignorantly.

Sometimes, when you are initiated into witchcraft, you are not told immediately. In such a case, you have a totem roaming the bushes but you are not aware.

The connection between you and your totem has not yet been established. Thus, if your totem is killed, you die without even seeing it coming.

Most of the other older totems are usually selfish. When they are in the bush, in their animal forms, looking for food, the make sure the newer and unintelligent totems stay in front.

They use them as a shield just in case a hunter shows up. If a hunter attacks, the ones in front will be killed and the older ones spared. It’s like being put at the war front where the fighting is heaviest. This world... Click here to continue reading...