The model punched her fist
The guys looked at her
“What's that all about?
I know you enjoy campaigning”
“Guys this is our chance
We have to make a difference
We can't be receiving peanuts
Look even basic amenities we can't have
Our forefathers were fools
They got cheated by food and cash
What did they gain in the end?
Look at the sorrows of our people”
Jargon chipped in to say
“I don't participate in politics
I want to earn my money in this business
But I heard talk our lands got taken away
All through dubious means
It enriches the cronies and the families
These people lived in style in mansions
We struggle to survive in our land
We have the largest State here
We have oil and natural resources
Where are the wealth for us?
This I don't understand”
“Jargon it's only for their kind
And the people who carry them
You are just nothing in their schemes
They give you peanuts; you are happy”
“Tomorrow we go
The other villages to tell them the news
They have to change for the future
They can't live with handouts”
Broken Tooth and Sunny waved goodnight
Jargon and his sister retired to their home
They still saw people gathering around
Discussing what they needed to do
The sky turned cloudy
Then it poured heavily
Suddenly everyone stayed indoors
Listening to the torrent rain
In the dark of night
Far into the deep jungle
There was a thatched hut
A black witch lived alone
The jungle was her fortress
She lived there for ages
She knew the shadows
Every part of the perimeters
In her younger years
She used to provide her services
To the politicians who seek her favors
Then she met the white rajah
Everything changed
She only helped him to rule the State
The white rajah promised her many things
She didn't receive all she was promised
She made him rule the State
With his power he ruled
Corruptly he had become
The rules he changed for himself
Now he thought he owed her nothing
She told him he would pay for his life
And the promises he forgot about it
The first born son must be given to her
Now she sat with eyes of old
The years she waited for her revenge
The game had changed
The white rajah knew his time was up
She sat in her hut
Chanting her games
She slowly changed into a beautiful woman
In the forest who would get excited?
In her chanting she said
“You will lose the game
It's time your return what belongs to me
I can't help you now
You never keep your faith
You destroyed what you must keep
The forests shouldn't be cleared unnecessarily
You did it for your greed of wealth”
She stepped out of her hut
Slowly she changed into an eagle
Flying out of her living quarter
To the Cat city to claim her promises
The dark clouds brushing her
She felt the fresh cool night
The lips of the wind
She was alive in the dark
Then she saw a familiar house
Those decades ago she lived there
Only of her black magic she was banished
By her own father and mother..........
Through the years she couldn't go
She was controlled by the jungle spirits
When her parents died of old age
The hold was finally lifted
She was happy to be free
Within a few years many came to see her
Bringing gifts and money for her services
She lived well until she was too greedy
This was the time she met the white rajah
She helped him to win elections...........
She thought she could live through him
She was wronged when she was kicked away
Then she volunteered to return
The exile in the forest of her life
As she hang on the tree branch
She saw a woman like her in her younger years
“So my prayers have been answered
In my life time I will see a family member
Born to this family tree to carry on my work
The exact replica of me in body and soul!”
The eagle observed her critically
The movements and gestures
The light shone brightly in the house
“She must be my relative”
Then she flew away
To the Cat city she would be
The white raja had his moments
Now she came to inflict the pain!
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