It is taboo to see a python in Umuchiso and for a long time, no one can claim to have seen or know what the reptile looked like.
Citizens of Umuchiso came into existence and were shown in pictures what the horrifying snakes look like.
The five abled warriors summoned the courage to go find the deadly snake.
When they got to the farm, they searched around and noticed some rope-like creature on a part of the farm. This creature had a swollen belly with the shape of a human. It appeared to be alive but couldn’t move.
From pictures, they have seen and stories they heard about python snakes, they concluded this was the calamity that has visited their land.
One among the warriors chopped off the snake’s head and they tore the belly. Behold, there lay in it a lifeless human baby.
“It is the swollen child,” one of them said to the others.
They carried the lifeless child and the dead snake to the king and reported all that had happened.
The land is cleansed
The chief priest was invited to cleanse the land on this calamity that had befallen them.
After all his incantations and prayers to the gods, it was demanded that the only way to appease the python snakes is when the killer of the snake is killed and the king embarks on the journey of seven days into the Humala forest.
The chief priest made it clear that the king is only traveling into the Humala forest to sleep with the Queen mother of the python snakes.
“Another abomination!” One of the elders in council exclaimed.
King Jero was furious at the native doctor on why he must suggest the king slept with a snake beast.
“This is what the gods had warned me to tell you. If you don’t do this in the next three market days, hmmm I see war! I see war! I see war!” The chief priest concluded, packed his properties, and left.
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