Feela's True Myth

By Godfrey O. Obel

Feela is a town rich in natural resource and culture, but dogged by a lot of selfish interests. As such, politics is controlled by angling and machinations to control the raw resources at the expense of an ignorant populace. Chief Ntongah is a villain turned victor who decides to fix the problem his own way....at least to exist.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lulu.com
• Release date: Jan 19, 2017
• ISBN: 9781365585197

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Feela's True Myth

Feela’s True Myth

a story by

Godfrey O. Obel

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Feela’s True Myth

First published in 2016

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© 2016 by Godfrey O Obel

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ISBN 978-1-365-58519-7

Dedication

Gerrishon Obel Silah (R.I.P.), you provided opportunities that gave our lives determination that has watered the seeds of this blooming tree.

Mum, the experiences you saw us through are an indelible mark in these pages.

CHAPTER ONE

Nothing had been so painstaking and difficult owing to the long and grueling battles that he had gone through to reach where he had yearned to be. Nothing indeed had been more important in his whole life than the just concluded battle for the most coveted, lucrative and revered of dwellings in Feela – The Round House – the seat of the chief of Feela.

Feela, having attained her independence four decades back, started off as a vibrant and promising nation, but this was after hard lessons learnt during colonialism, of how dehumanizing oppression and slavery was. The natural endowment of the land had attracted the eye of foreign masters who for a long while enslaved the natives and shoved them out of prime lands only to bring them back as laborers and squatters. It is for these reasons that the natives turned the plantations, mines, quarries, hill crests, mountain tops, river banks and beaches into battlefields.

Farming and other economic activities became untenable and the settler community cried to their government to pull them out of what they termed the savagery of a people they had come to civilize and show The New World Order. The foreign masters gave in to pressure after several settlers were butchered and plantations set ablaze. Word had it that a governor was thrown by his own aides - natives – into an open mine and covered alive with gravel. This was the straw that broke the camel’s back:

These natives have deteriorated from human savages to animal savages. They have put even the home guards under oath who are now betraying our government that has done so much for them.

That was a quip from one of the dailies back in the governor’s hometown. The queen ordered Her Majesty’s forces to return the settlers back home as her government negotiates an independence treaty with the elite native leaders who had flown abroad to receive the education that would usher them into The New World Order.

Governor Mc Alistair was not so happy with Her Majesty’s decision to pull out of this prime and lucrative land. He had for long enjoyed the queen’s favor and wondered why  his input was never sought in the final resolution to withdraw from battle- something Mc Alistair had never done in his twenty years service at the Royal Marines, five of which he had been in the top command, before being posted to Feela to help pacify the natives. He considered withdrawal from Feela an act of cowardice and an easy handover of victory to the natives. At times he thought deeply of the amount of time and energy he had put even late into the night running this colony on behalf of Her Majesty and was at a loss as to why he had been overlooked on matters of such great importance.

Marline Alistair always had a difficult time slowing her husband down from the rigorous territorial expansionist missions he led, some of which were almost fatal to him. But after the withdrawal order, she had even a more difficult task of consoling and cheering up an extremely withdrawn Mc Alistair.

On one such occasion, she had been startled out of sleep by a sobbing, feeble husband staring into the darkness at the balcony. She jumped out of bed and followed the sobs in the balcony, only to be hit by a strong chilly wind that reminded her of her scanty dressing. Quickly, she dashed back for a gown and sandals.

Ntogah had had a grueling struggle with the settler government over the independence of Feela and the reinstatement of self-rule of this once quiet, peaceful and serene atmosphere - with natives freely crisscrossing the terrain with their livestock in search of natural resources. He had been in this for a long time after taking the