He failed to keep his own part
I started as a roadside mechanic in the north, my parents managed to send me to primary school although i was a very brilliant student they had no money to train me further in education so I acquired skill as an auto mechanic and after my training and lack of money to procure the necessary equipment/tools to start my own workshop, i resorted to the roadside with the little tools i managed to acquire from my mentor which were a set of spanner and screw driver.
I toiled under the sun and rain and worked 24\7, i wasn't working for money but for popularity because i doesn't charge my clients rather allowed them to pay me on goodwill perhaps that was why i became popular among the commercial bus drivers, my strategy worked and within three years of hustling on the roadside, i got my first workshop which was a small piece of land near a washing bay.
Everything was going in my favor despite few hurdles and the fact that i was very good with my work opened doors for me,i repair and service all cars, trucks and buses then one day, this man came along and introduced himself as Ben, he does this daily contribution business otherwise known as isusu, i felt that it was a good idea so i joined his flock of clients but six months afterwards, Ben disappeared and i was left heartbroken because he made away with the little money i managed to put together.
I didn't allowed that incident to affect me so i went on with my life and two years later, i saved enough and bought a bus for transportation, i hired Pious to man the bus, the first few months was smooth then one day, he didn't show up to give account and all effort to reach him was to no avail, one week passed and after one month i heard that he was in South Africa, he sold my bus and sponsored himself to South Africa. All effort by the police to trace my bus yielded nothing.
I moved on with life and kept my head straight working very hard to fulfill my dreams because as the first child,i was also assisting my parents in the upkeep of my younger siblings. However, as fate may have it, i moved to a bigger portion which was leased to me by a family friend, i also acquired one of the shops in front of the plot to set up a spare parts shop. My desire was to go into auto parts trading to boast my workshop so i took a loan from one of my friends after meeting Mike because he visited from his base in Europe.
We agreed that he will be sending me motor parts from Europe so I gave him money when he was traveling back for the first shipment but one month passed, two, three and four but he didn't ship the motor parts then it became obvious that he didn't buy the motor parts as we planned, i begged him to return back my money so I could pay back my friend but he wouldn't listen so i took the case to his family and his brother and mother assured me that they would intervene but after one month they didn't. You see, people have really hurt me, cheated me and in every incident, i did let go but one thing i learned in life is that sometimes one really need to bite to remind people that he or she has teeth so there was no other place i could go for justice if not to take the case to Ogbu shrine, i warned him and he wouldn't say that he doesn't know about our tradition and how fierce our deity is when delivering justice.
He was summoned by the chief priest but he felt that he was perhaps in Europe or maybe that gone are the days of tradition but like the wise say "Your culture remains with you". We have culture in Africa and in my community; we have culture so you dare not tell me that because of modern religion or civilization that instead of shade when you see a masquerade, you throw trash at it. Mike ignored the call of the chief priest so Ogbu known as the bee oracle was invoked to redress his wrong against me, he was struck by bees on the street and was rushed to the hospital where he was pronounced dead. Message was sent to his family members to retrieve his remains from Europe and bring to the Ogbu shrine within 60 days or present a cow to the shrine to appease Ogbu so he could be buried anywhere.
I am blamed by his family for his death and i was called all sorts of names, some called me fetish and barbaric but no one cared to understand that he hurt me and failed to keep his own part of our agreement. Nevertheless, I am not bothered about what happened to him or what people think of me because he disobeyed to answer the call by the chief priest and also failed to return my money, he cheated me the same way so many others had, ‘once bitten, twice a fool’. If it was the other way round, cops would have also shot him if he was trying to run or maybe sent to prison by a law court so whichever way; I got my justice because he stole my hard earned money. Be warned because our tradition is our tradition so don't be fooled when you know that you actually did wrong, our Africa deity redresses all forms of wrong done to anyone and it doesn't matter where you are or who you are, do not underestimate the power of our deity.