Uprooting the small white mushrooms anyhow may result in the loss of the victims' lives.
How will the gorgeous life be if we start shunning our close night friends?!
I shall never reply to anyone's call to a darker night.
I can't refuse to reply to your nightly calls, dear comrades; it's your choice to do so, but for me... I dare you to give it a closer chance!
At the edges of Tunda village, a handsome man by the name of Wabi attended one of the best markets in the Great Luweero region.
He could talk to his friends with a charming face every week, as the market accommodated the vendors and fishmongers once a week.
Having attended Kazi market for years, he could share catch-up stories with others while opposing every aspect of the story.
"Man-eaters are all over the World, and they are among us, mankind."Ruth asserted.
"No..., you're just joking with us, sister; those are just fake stories for the wastage of time.."Wabi raged.
"Wabi, listen to me wisely; cannibals are all over our societies, you're the one joking with us as if you are an idiot!"Ruth murmured.
An issue that was light to everyone as a market member ran as fast as it could, and all members who were close to Mr. Wabi took sides; some were saying, "Cannibals are there," and others denied the hypothetical statement.
"I am Ruth, with no fear, I'm speaking loudly to you all, this man Wabi will prove it right, one day that nights and days differ!" she added.
The face of the clock was showing 6:00 PM, and all the vendors could load their bags and baggage into the vehicles like TaTa, Leyland and Dyna. For Mr.Wabi, he boarded a TaTa, whereas Miss Ruth took no time to board a Dyna, as she was heading in the opposite direction of Mr.Wabi's journey.
At exactly 8: 00 PM, Mr. Wabi was busy offloading his luggage from the vehicle, and this compelled his teenagers to draw closer to him to help him to take their business into the big grass-thatched homestead.
The beautiful wife of this handsome man, by 8:30 PM, was busy giving the evening dessert to her spouse. By a minute wasted, a man's call was being heard alongside the road!
"Owa, Mr. Mr. Wabii...." he called repeatedly.
They were the children to hear the calling man first, their mom the second and the Wabi, the market vendor, heard him last.
"Sweetie, let me first see this calling man, please. I'm to return so that we can consume the palatable dinner together..., dears, "Wabi instructed.
"You're welcome, gentleman, gentleman.
Let's walk together while discussing some issues, Mr. Wabi," the roadside man dictated.
The weather was partly cloudy; the Moon wasn't in existence upon the pillarless sky; the shades of the darkness were crowned one above the other, and Tunda villagers were walking in a scatter, due to the ruthless black darkness!
Mr.Wabi's brain started to go groggy; it then sent an amnesia to its systems!
The furious firing flying worms covered his visage miraculously.
His feet began to swell and tremble in a magical manner. His chest felt like a pressured Leyland's tyre!
The man beside him started to fly like a chimpanzee chasing a monkey for prey!
It was at midnight, when an instruction was being heard saying:
"Wabi, we're heading to the graveyard, we're going to receive our flesh..., to clean our thirstiest souls..." the roadside man emphasized.
The ghouls of the Bermuda Triangle wanted to depart, but it failed! Hence leaving Wabi, the market vendor, to remove the casketed Dead magically from his/her new and timely house!
"Wabi, clap your hands, we need FIRE... to roast the fleshy provender, clap, clap, clap.. the roadside man enraged.
Mr. Wabi, like a caricature or a puppet, clapped several times.
Fire magically appeared, caught the dry banana fibres and leaves, and due to what was in the furious order for the roast, Wabi started his next job of roasting!
"Oh, Wabi, bring the fresh banana leaves; we've got to slaughter the flesh..." the roadside man ordered.
Mr.Wabi, with no compulsion, picked up the bloody panga and collected the banana leaves.
"Wabi...., from today and onwards, get to know that human-men-eaters are everywhere..., cut my downy flesh into pieces.....Wabi..." the roadside man roared.
Wait! On twinkling to the circular view, gizzards were busy surrounding Mr.Wabi, adorned with long bones to the waist and the wrists, drawing near to him at every glance uniformly.
He was the roadside man to raise his hands, stopping them from changing him to the next flesh!
Wabi dropped down the panga; he took a deep breath; he staggered, and within a minute, his legs reshaped, and his chest resized, and he started to run out of the cannibals as fast as a deer!
He magically fell at the threshold of his door.
The teenagers and their mom returned from the terrible search for their head of the family, having heard a terrifying sound resembling a harsh dog's bark.
They lifted him shakingly!
"Bring the white mushrooms from the kitchen; they are being wrapped in the dryer banana fibers! The ghosts and the ghouls are engulfing him..., hurry, hurry up.., please hurry...!"
Mr.Wabi's wife chewed the batch of small white mushrooms and spat into the mouth of her victim.
A single or a double drop of the mushrooms' solution opened up the voice box, and this resulted in the narrator narrating the above story to his family and friends, hence extending to the whole World as of now.
"Never reply to the distant call at night, and thank the Eternal Lord for the miraculous Mushrooms." Mr. Wabi was sensitized.
