Akachi Was a Prophetess_A Short Story

Jul 12, 2019 | Micro Stories, Short story

Akachi was a prophetess. At least that’s what people called her. Ever since she was little, she had seen things in the realm of the spirits that people around her didn’t. She spoke of her dreams and prophesied many things. They were all good and they all came to pass. And then she earned herself a spot in the hearts of her community.

When she was seven, Akachi prophesied that Maduka was going to be rich. Her mother shook her head and laughed. “That useless man. What have riches to do with the likes of him?” Maduka came upon some wealth a few months after and her mother paid more attention. She even started being nice to the man. Eventually she became his wife, and Akachi had a new father figure. She never called him father though and he didn’t try to earn the title.

Her mother would ask her about some business decisions and Akachi would help her determine whose market to purchase from. Extended family members and neighbors also figured it out. “Ah, Akachi, the hand of God!” one man, Mr. Agbo teased. He was in awe of her as were the others. Her name did mean ‘the hand of God’, and it was easy to see that it was her destiny to wield such power over others.

They prospered under her prophecies and then she turned fourteen. Maduka’s colleague finally confessed to his fraudulent activities and happened to mention Maduka as his accomplice. Maduka was bundled to the police station. His trial was quick and decisive and Akachi’s mother went back to being single, and not to mention dirt poor. Children died and families were broken. There was no rejoicing for a long time.

One day Akachi said that she had seen a dark sign looming in the skies. But this time nobody wanted to hear of it. Her mother didn’t even let her speak a word about it. They agreed that she was indeed a prophetess and everything she said came to pass. But Mr. Agbo called her a witch one day. He said she wasn’t the hand of God at all, but the hand of the devil.

Akachi laughed. They were all fools and they had asked for her. She was a gift that would keep on giving. She was not going anywhere.

So Akachi prophesied more things. She had only calamities to bring. “You called me your prophet,” she said, “and your prophet I must be.”