CANNIBALISM STILL EXIST IN BUNYORO
Though one old mzee told me to publish this story after 4months,The time is now.
Having reached in Kenga with City Boy at around mid day, we went off to one of the bars where we started jazzing with some people about cannibalism. Everyone was okay about the whole issue and in this place, it’s a normality.
“I can show you the basezi around, I was also one but I am now too old for those games,” one Mzee narrated to us.
In Kenga,they have all types of basezi,Those who day dance and those who night dance,they have those who run around naked and those who eat fresh human flesh and also have those who eat live humans when given the chance.
So, with such background information, we headed off to where they had buried a one 30yr man that real day.
One lady told us, "At the burial, everyone was whispering in their ears while pointing at some men who were salivating". Apparently, these are some of the famous basezi.
Still some people told us "You can check around most graves in the area,you won’t find the corpses or the remains in these graves, they have been taken and eaten for lunch and supper.”
We were also warned not to eat any kind of meat in the area.
“Human flesh tastes salty but it’s yummy",one of the basezis told us.
According to them, it’s their culture. “This is our nature, you are born a musezi and you are raised as one, human flesh can’t be compared to anything in this world, more so, the private parts,” another one continued the conversation.
Because most families in Kenga are basezi, they have even signed share agreements such that they agree on which family will eat which family. Since basezis can’t eat their family members, they have to exchange them with another family.
It was too late then i told City Boy to get any room around, The winds begin blowing incessantly; small stones keep hitting the roof of the house under which we are sleeping. I tried to switch on my phone and it blacked out.
"They always do, even the car flood lights can fail to work in the presence of a musezi, you can lose your way home if a musezi is to pass around,” our landlord warns us.
“These people must be respected and if you doubt their existence, they will make sure they show you evidence.”
The winds gain higher velocities and our host then lets us know that it’s probably the person who was buried during day is being exported to the family butcher.
It’s all normal, when you die, you must be eaten
At this point we are so scared, truth be told, when we check on the grave the next day, we find evidence of footsteps and pathways to show that someone was carried away at night.
And to exhibit some of the skills these basezi use, a young kid of about 5 years gets us to bury an insect under the ground and asks us to observe keenly. He recites some words and within no minute, the insect which was buried gets onto the top without any excavation.
“My dad taught me this, last time I was responsible for bringing out our neighbour’s kid who died from the grave and we ate him for lunch,” the kid boasts.
We were told not to judge the cannibals because it’s part of their human nature.
Story narrated by : CLIAN LOID
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