IROKO
In
the past, nobody would have taken notice of Iroko, the biggest and tallest tree
in the forest. But then, cities started to grow and to eat into the forests.
Trees were cut to make way for the growing cities. But the Iroko tree resisted
being cut down. Any time an axe cut the tree, the axe either broke or the cut
bled, real blood and cries, ear
piercing cries, like human cries were heard coming from the tree.
In the forest, next to Iroko, lived
an old woman in a tiny mud hut. Bent by age, she diligently cared for the tree.
She was known as the eyes and the mouth of the tree. She listened to the tree,
when the leaves rustled and interpreted the language of the tree to outsiders.
She was called Nne Oji. Oji is the
Igbo name for Iroko, and Nne Oji means Iroko’s mother. Iroko was as tall as a skyscraper, about one
hundred and seventy feet high, and the width was as wide as
fifty men surrounding the tree with outstretched hands, fingertips touching.
Iroko was huge, towering and intimidating!
The stories surrounding Iroko were
such that settlers decided to let it stand and the town grew all around and
away from it. Things went on peacefully for a while, but soon it became clear
that Iroko did not like the exposure it was getting from the people surrounding
it. After all, this tree was the
king of the forest, where both trees and animals revered it. Now, standing in the midst of
humans, with no one paying it any heed,
all of this would change very rapidly.
People, especially those living
close to where Iroko stood, started reporting strange happenings around Iroko
in the dead of night. Those who were bold enough to come out and watch these
happenings, reported
seeing dancing and merrymaking
around Iroko by people they believed were spirit people. These spirit people
went in and out of Iroko as if they were walking in and out of their homes.
They sang and danced in merriment from twelve midnight until two in the morning, after
which they packed up and walked back into the tree. Those who observed these goings-on,
did so from afar and in hiding.
The story was told of a young boy who had the
misfortune of being seen by these spirit people. He was taken and was never
seen again. He had heard the stories of the happenings around Iroko, so that
night he snuck out of his house and walked toward Iroko to take a closer look.
Voices were heard warning him not to come closer, but he continued walking
toward Iroko until he entered the sphere of the tree where everything turned
grey. At that point, the boy lost control of
himself and was pulled along until he disappeared in the mist and was seen no
more.
The mother watched everything in hiding in
paralyzed shock. The other people who watched in hiding were also mystified. They
couldn’t believe their eyes, but they dared not allow themselves to be seen.
The next morning, the mother saw a huge
striped cow tied to an orange tree in front of her house. The cow was chewing cud.
The woman walked around the cow trying to understand how it came to be there.
The town people also took notice and started gathering and questioning the
presence of the cow. Out of nowhere, a young boy with only a loin cloth around his
waist appeared and spoke to the onlookers.
“Mama, Iroko says you should take the cow in
exchange for your son. Iroko says you should not kill the cow. You should sell
it and use the money to take care of yourself.” With that, the boy turned and
walked through the crowd and disappeared.
Everyone there was seized with shock and they
quickly dispersed. The woman cut the cow loose and started shooing it off from
the front of her house, but the cow would not budge.
The woman started to weep and pleaded with
Iroko to return her son and take back the cow.
“Iroko give me back my son and take your cow!”
she implored. “I don’t want your cow!”
The next day, the woman saw the cow at the
back of her house, peacefully lying down near her hearth and chewing cud. She ran
out toward Iroko.
“If you won’t give me back my son, Iroko, take
me too!” she screamed at the top of her voice. Iroko’s leaves started to rustle. Suddenly, the
old woman in the hut materialized and stood between the woman and Iroko.
“Go back, Mama!” the old woman said. “What you
seek cannot be done. Your son is gone, dead and Iroko has paid you in exchange
for him. Go back or you will meet the same fate!”
The woman refused to be stopped. She pushed
the old woman down, walked over her and continued to approach Iroko. By this
time,
people had started
to gather and were watching. The
woman threw herself at Iroko and just like magic, the onlookers saw sparks of
light,
like fireworks, all around the woman. They heard her screaming and shouting like
someone roasting on a stake. When everything died down and the sparks were no
more, the people saw that the woman had metamorphosed. The woman had changed into an
animal, something that looked like a dog, or a goat. No one could really tell.
The people dispersed but this time they all had one thought in their minds - that
Iroko must go.
Iroko’s fame continued to grow even
beyond the immediate town. The townspeople also became bolder. They consulted
with diviner after diviner to find out
how to get rid of Iroko. They tried everything, without any success … one attempt
took the lives of twelve men. They tried to burn Iroko down, but the
fire turned against them and burned them to death. One diviner suggested that
the spirit of Iroko resided in the old woman who tended it, and that if
the old woman was killed, Iroko would quietly and slowly die.
The townspeople burned the old
woman’s hut down with the old woman in it. The next day, Iroko started taking
souls. People
started disappearing from their homes, both in broad daylight and at night while they slept.
Finally, an Iroko priest from
a distant land told the people how to destroy Iroko.
“Humans should not fight Iroko,” he said.
“They should appease Iroko. Iroko trees do not live amongst humans. Before you
people started building your town, you should have appeased and pleaded with
Iroko to leave your town. As you can see, Iroko was simply minding its own
business,
when you people decided to invade its privacy. Now you have to sacrifice to
Iroko to appease it.”
The townspeople had to pay this
priest to come to their town to perform all that was needed to appease Iroko.
There is no need to list here all that Iroko demanded, which included the blood of
virgins,
before it was appeased. The morning after the ceremony by this priest was
concluded, the people came out and
watched as the inhabitants of Iroko exited one after the other and disappeared;
the birds of various families, the giant ants, red and black, dark dangerous
black snakes - all came out of Iroko hissing, grumbling, and then poof, like
smoke disappeared. But the king of all the animals, a giant Eke python, refused to be
dislodged. The people had to pump inflammatory liquid into Iroko and set the
python on fire, to dislodge it. It came out rumbling, twisting, and floundering, until
it, too, disappeared.
Finally, Iroko was cut down. Mystery
upon mystery, not one single hole existed in the cut tree. It was intact with
rings showing how many hundreds of years it had stood there.
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Joy, I enjoyed your story. Makes one think about similar customs and beliefs in 3rd world countries; people have lived and died because of their beliefs which modern day folks might laugh off. Food for thought! Thank you, Yvette for hosting her.
ReplyDeleteSo true, John. I have always enjoyed reading myths and legends from other cultures. There is so much to learn from them. :-)
DeleteThank you, Yvette, for featuring lovely Joy today. I really enjoyed the story and the peek into another culture. ❤
ReplyDeleteThanks for commenting, Gwen. I appreciate your visit. :-)
DeleteI enjoyed reading Joy's story which reminded me of a ancient fable. Thank you for sharing the story, Yvette.
ReplyDeleteI agree, Linnea. Thanks for stopping by. :-)
DeleteWhat a great story filled with many life lessons! Thank you for sharing, Yvette!
ReplyDeleteThanks for passing by, Jan. :-)
DeleteWhat a fascinating and chilling story, Joy. Thanks for hosting, Yvette.
ReplyDeleteI appreciate you commenting, Mark. :-)
DeleteYvette, you're recycling old blogs. Very cool!
ReplyDeleteGlad you enjoyed it, Shirley! 😊
DeleteI remember when I read this one from Joy. I enjoyed seeing it again! Thank you for sharing, Yvettte!
ReplyDeleteIt’s always great to revisit stories we enjoyed. Thanks for stopping by, Jan! 😊
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