THE MASQUERADE CARRIER.
This is usually one of the happiest times of the year in my village, those who live far away from the breast of culture would find it hard to understand this. See, masquerade festivals may not be your thing but I was born into it. The masquerade festival is an annual ceremony in honor of the dead ,for it is believed that it serves as a means of assuring the ancestors a place among the living. Ever since I was born it has always carried a regular pattern and naturally, I never imagined the story was going to change till one fateful evening. I was fast asleep before my cousin "Eegunjobi" woke me up with two slaps screaming "Eegungbemi, Eegungbemi, wake up wake up, evil looms at our door step", I jumped up quickly as he continued "our uncle is dead, he just refused to wake up this morning". I couldn’t even begin to process the information right, for this is the same person who is to grace the masquerade costume in a few days time. So many question...