When darkness falls, an atmosphere of fear pervades the habitants of Ozuna village, sense of intense anxieties sapped their feeble bodies, and not a single soul seen wandering.
From a distance, drums beats could be heard approaching the village, every family in the village cuddled together, reciting a prayer to their God. The drums beats stopped abruptly, in the dark, a woman screams could be heard from a distance, two bare chests muscular men dressed in sisal skirts, remorselessly dragged a young lady naked from waist up and threw her on the ground.
On her shaky knees; her frightened eyes roamed her isolated surrounding, her hunters had already flew, suddenly the drums beats made by invisible drummers were heard again in the atmosphere, her left dusty hand reaches for the beaded necklace on her neck, she closed her eyes and whispered softly “help me maker”.
Suddenly, a man dressed like a monk, emerged from one of the huts, he walked slowly towards the frightened lady, carrying a black pot made of clay, with both his hands, the beats became louder than before, a strong wind resembling baby tornado came from nowhere, it whirled around the girl, covering her body with dust, the man tried to reach her, but an invisible supernatural force pushed him forcefully, throwing him on the ground, he laid on the ground whimpering in pain, he watched her cry helplessly for help. Unexpectedly he gathered courage, crawled slowly towards the black clay pot, which landed vertically on a pile of fodder after the knock out. He stretched his right hand feebly towards the pile of fodder, grabbed the black clay pot, and pulled it slowly towards his chest; his left hand reaches for the lid. No sooner had he opened the lid than the drums beats stopped and the strong whirling wind disappeared…