AFRICAN GODS

CHAPTER TWO

( On early morning on the sacred mountain before the sunrise)

RAINMAKER: O thee BABA listen to my counsel!

( He pours a portion of his secret concoction to the ground and drinks it)

BABA: Who disturbs me from my SLEEP!

RAINMAKER: I come in peace my Good Fere!

(He proceeds to put a sacrifice of gold dust fetched by the river side and a calabash of traditionally brewed palm wine)

RAINMAKER: It is I the RAINMAKER ORORO!

BABA: WHAT DO YOU WANT?!

RAINMAKER: We have not had rain for this past season, out wells run deep and dry,our people are dying!

BABA: Your people have dishonoured me and are a pestilence to my eyes!

RAINMAKER: Hear my plea All fere!

BABA: The Higher Gods do not give you what you so wish as you have to pay your PENANCE!

RAINMAKER: What are we to do to make peace with the Gods 

BABA: You must sacrifice each first born son before the moon turns crimson!

RAINMAKER: How? We are at war with the Bukuse tribe. How are we to defend our people?!

BABA: FOR THIS IS MY ONLY ALIMONY!

( THE RAINMAKER leaves the sanctuary albeit disappointed)