Bloodlines of Betrayal

The sun beat down on the small village, casting a warm glow over the thatched roofs and the town square. It was a day like any other in the village, with people going about their daily routines, unaware of the events that were about to unfold. Iyuhe, a very strong and proud man, was working on his farm, his sweat drenched face proves his hard work. He was a traditionalist, a man who believed in the ways of his ancestors, and he took great pride in his role as the chief traditionalist of the village. As he worked, a commotion broke out in the village. People were running and shouting, and Iyuhe's curiosity was piqued. He wondered what could be causing such a stir. Meanwhile, in the village square, a white man had arrived, that was when civilization barely reached some part of Africa; seeking to crown a new king. The villagers were wary of this stranger, and many of them were hesitant to accept his offer. They had heard stories of the white man's ways, and they were skeptical of his intentions. Tyofa, Iyuhe's younger brother, was among the villagers who had gathered to hear the white man's proposal. He was an ambitious man, eager to make a name for himself, and he saw the opportunity to become a king as a way to gain power and prestige. As the white man spoke, Tyofa's eyes grew wide with excitement. He could see the benefits of being a king, and he was eager to accept the challenge. Iyuhe on the other hand, was not interested in the white man's offer and way of life. He believed in the traditional ways of his people, and he saw the kingship as a threat to their way of life. "I will not accept this offer," Iyuhe said, with his voice loud. His anger was Kindled like a bush fire during harmattan. "I am a chief traditionalist, and I will not betray my people by accepting a position that goes against our ways." The white man looked at Iyuhe with disappointment, but he did not press the issue. Instead, he turned to Tyofa when Iyuhe had gone back to farm and asked if he would be interested in becoming a king. Tyofa's eyes lit up with excitement as he accepted the offer. The white man crowned him king, and the villagers cheered and ululated. Iyuhe was still working on his farm, unaware of the events that had just transpired. But as he heard the commotion and the cheering, he knew that something was amiss. He dropped his tools and ran back to the village, his heart racing with anticipation. As he entered the village square, he saw Tyofa standing on a raised platform, a crown on his head. Iyuhe's eyes narrowed as he approached his brother. He could feel a sense of betrayal and anger rising up inside him. "Your acceptance of the king will affect me as a traditionalist" Iyuhe said, his voice low and menacing. "You will never be accepted as a king by me nor our people." Tyofa looked at Iyuhe with a mixture of fear and defiance. He knew that his brother was a powerful man, and he was afraid of his wrath. But Iyuhe's anger was too much to contain. He drew his sword and stabbed Tyofa, killing him instantly. The villagers gasped in shock and horror as Iyuhe stood over his brother's lifeless body. "I did it to protect our traditions, I did it to protect myself to be denied of being a traditionalist" Iyuhe said, angrily. "I will not let anyone outshine me." The villagers looked at Iyuhe with a mixture of fear. They knew that he was a powerful man, and they were afraid of his wrath. But Iyuhe's actions had set in motion a chain of events that would change the course of their lives forever. The bloodlines of betrayal had been unleashed, and nothing would ever be the same again.