Memoirs of a Porcupine (11 page)

 

 

in the days shortly after this incident, the image of baby Youla came back to haunt me, I began to fear my own shadow in bright daylight, I imagined the ghost of the baby was hiding behind the next bush, waiting for me, and perhaps that was a weight on my conscience too, and I withdrew into the bush and took stock, I analysed all the facts, the only slightly serious, the rather serious, the serious and above all the very serious, like the death of this child, and the faces of our victims flashed before me, we had already carried out ninety-nine missions, but not the slightest suspicion attached to us at that point, my master always got away with it, thanks to the palm nut he stuffed up his rectum, and I couldn't work out why, out of all our victims, the only one that really stopped me thinking about anything else was this baby of Youla's, it was as though he was spying on us, waiting for us at each bend in the road, and after all, I said to myself, he was only a tiny little human, with no strength, and no power, and I remembered also how the old governor used to warn us that the enemies we should really fear were the tiny ones, and
sometimes I told myself that this little baby had a message for me, was trying to tell me to revolt, and all I had to do to break the chain of our missions was to take my own life, or rebel against my master by standing up to him, or disappear without trace, but some force held me back, even though I had the feeling our hundredth mission would be fatal to us, would most certainly cost us our lives, perhaps it was just me worrying, and I was convinced that Kibandi, for his part, wasn't keeping the score, he was just driven by the drink, high on the
mayamvumbi

by then there had been so many victims, it no longer gave me any pleasure to obey my master, he had to shout for me several times, get his other self to follow me round the whole time, threaten to kill me, though I knew he couldn't carry out that particular piece of intimidation because that would be the end of us, and so, my dear Baobab, our nighttime activities began to falter

 

 

the eyes of the local population were all on my master, who seemed to be acting on auto-pilot, we'd had difficulty pulling off our hundredth mission, I'd lost count of our failed attempts, my quills seemed to be losing their power, missing the target, as happened with the woman they call Ma Mpori, I hit her in the calf, but my quills had no effect on her at all, which should have made Kibandi sit up, now my master wanted me to carry out the mission again, but it is unthinkable, reckless, even, to attack the same person twice, I know this woman too had
something
, she was not an ordinary being, she had made this quite clear to me by asking me several times who had sent me, who was my master, only an initiate would ask that kind of question, and thinking about old Ma Mpori now, I realize that if had we doubled our
level of vigilance my master would not now be rotting away in his grave, but I'll tell you this, old Mpori was something else, I am sure she'd eaten a few people in this village, and why, you may ask, am I speaking of her in the past tense when she's still alive, well, she's lost all her teeth, she leaves her door open all night long, shows her naked body by way of a curse when the young folk show her disrespect, and the young ones immediately scarper, because the sight of her naked body damns you for all eternity, she's propped up on her two rickety legs, with a hide like an old reptile, there'd been no previous history between her and my master, but even so, Kibandi believed she could tell what we got up to at night, she bothered us, she was a danger, we needed to wipe her out, it was easier said than done, even if her door was wide open on the day I went to carry out my mission, it was last month, I was alone, not even Kibandi's other self was with me, unless, unknown to me, he was hiding out somewhere, Ma Mpori was inside her hut, and when I finally got inside I couldn't see a thing, as though it was the middle of the night, I could only just make out the shape of the old woman in the corner, my quills weren't moving, but I had to go ahead, I had to carry out my mission, and it was then I heard a voice murmur, ‘come on then, you old beast, you'll soon find out what Ma Mpori's made of, I'll strip naked for you', she could see me, but I couldn't see her, and she added, ‘you've been doing things in this village with the one who sent you here, but you won't do that to me, you fool, you've come to the wrong place', I began to feel afraid, I wanted to go back the way I'd come, but it seemed the door behind me had closed, there was just a wall, it must have been a trick of the eye, ‘who is your master, then, who sent you here, it's Kibandi the carpenter, isn't it, I know it is' she shouted at me, and when I didn't reply Ma Mpori stood up, suddenly the
old hag seemed full of energy, ‘tell me yourself who your master is, don't you think you've eaten enough people in this village now, what about Youla's baby, that was you too, wasn't it', then, bless my quills, I had to steel myself, she was heading straight for me, she had something in her hand, a machete, I thought, though I wasn't exactly sure, I managed to quickly cock a quill, I fired it at her, I heard her shout ‘you filthy beast, what have you done to my leg, eh, just you wait till I catch you,' I looked for a way out in the pitch darkness, I aimed straight for the door, found myself outside, the old woman came out of her hut, suddenly agile on her matchstick legs, she stood there talking in front of her shack, ‘evil spirits of this village, I see you at night, you bad people, you sorcerers, when you see my door left open, like it is now, it means I'm setting a trap for you, so come on back, why don't you, then you'll see me naked, right up close', I was already a way off, it was my greatest fear, my heart was pounding, if I'd had the courage I would have said to my master that we had reached the limits of our activity, that we must on no account cross the red line, but alas I said nothing, all that happened was I got told off by Kibandi, he was really horrible to me, he had forgotten my devotion, everything I had ever done for him, he called me a good for nothing, and threatened once more to kill me, and it was that day I understood his connection with his other self, my master actually pointed out his other self lying on the last mat Mama Kibandi ever wove, and said ‘you see that guy lying over there, well just lately he's been getting hungrier and hungrier, it's not the moment to start bungling things, this guy needs to eat, or you'll pay the price, you don't realize that whenever he gets hungry it's me that suffers', and he told me I must make up for my failure, this time by attacking the Moundjoula family, they were a couple
who'd arrived in Séképembé recently with their two children, twins, who, so he claimed, had been disrespectful to him, my master had no inkling at that point that he'd just signed his own death warrant, by giving me the mission which would turn out to be our hundredth success, sorry, make that hundred and first, since we'd be killing two birds with one stone

bless my quills, how time flies, my voice is raw, night has fallen over Séképembé already, I weep and weep, I don't know why, for once my solitude is a burden to me, I feel so guilty, I did nothing to save my master, was there anything I could have done to stop those two kids who tormented him so in the few weeks before his death, I don't know, I really don't, at first I just wanted to save my skin even though I was sure that if Kibandi died I must die also, and under conditions like that, it's true what they say, better a live coward than a dead hero, well I'm not exactly overcome with grief at Kibandi's absence, nor embarrassed to have been lucky enough to survive till now, to have had you as my confidant, but I'm ashamed of all the things I've been telling you since this morning, I wouldn't want you to judge me without taking into account the fact that I was just an underling, a shadow in Kibandi's life, I never learned to disobey, it was as though I was gripped by the same anger, the same frustration, the same bitterness, the same jealousy as my master, and I don't like my present state of mind, because I'm constantly haunted by the faces of our victims, they may have vanished, but they are still here, before me, around me, watching me, pointing at me, on each face you can read the reason why we decided to finish them off, it would take me a year to explain it
all, for example, young Abeba, we ate him because he had teased my master for being thin when he happened to spot him half naked by the riverside, it was unforgiveable, believe me, we ate Asalaka because he called my master a sorcerer, then desecrated Mama Kibandi's grave, it's disrespectful, the dead should be left in peace, we ate Ikonongo because he dared to defend the man who desecrated Mama Kibandi's grave, which meant he approved of it, we ate Loumouanou because she had rejected my master's advances in public at the bistro
Le Marigot
, though she was the one who first came on to Kibandi, and afterwards she claimed it was my master who had gone too far, for her it had just been a game, she said Kibandi should take a look at himself in the mirror before talking to a woman like herself, you can see, remarks like this were simply intolerable, we ate old Mabélé because he was spreading lies about my master, he said it was he who'd stolen a red cockerel from the head of the village, which wasn't even true, because it's the kids in this village who carry out that kind of theft, we had eaten Moufindiri because he was one of the ones who wanted a sorcerer to come and purify the village, rid it of all those in possession of a harmful double, who did he think he was, eh, especially since my master had no wish to end up like his father, he hadn't forgotten Tembé-Essouka, the sorcerer who was responsible for the death of Papa Kibandi, we had eaten Louvounou because he claimed to have seen a strange animal that looked like a porcupine behind my master's shack, he said things like ‘in some ways it was like a porcupine, you know, and in another way, what's strange is, it wasn't like a porcupine, I mean, it was a weird animal, it looked at me like one man might look at another, and it showed me its backside before disappearing into the carpenter's workshop, I swear I
didn't dream it, believe me', the guy was right but he'd made the mistake of telling the village chief about it, and he then came to talk to Kibandi, singling him out, we ate Ekonda Sakadé because he had seen my master talking to me in a thicket near Mama Kibandi's grave, and he too had gone to tell the chief of the village, we ate wise old Otchombé because he opposed Kibandi's candidature for the village council on the grounds that my master was and would remain an outsider, which offended him, when what he wanted more than anything was a chance to show the village that he was just like the rest of them, we ate the grocer, Komayayo Batobatanga because he had refused to give us credit on a storm lamp and two tins of Moroccan sardines in oil, it was unfair because the whole village bought from him on credit, we had eaten old Dikamona because of her odd comings and goings every night in front of my master's shack, hoping to catch the two of us at it, my master and I, since there was a rumour going round that there was
something
about him, and the truth is, for porcupine's sake, we just began eating people at the drop of a hat, because my master's other self had to be fed and when the creature with no mouth, no ears and no nose had had his fill, it would go and settle on the last mat Mama Kibandi ever wove, scratching and farting away, no normal creature would ever have been that hungry, and just seeing him stretched out there on the mat I could tell he was hungry because often he'd turn round, fidget for half an hour then once again lie still as a corpse

 

 

there are some victims I've forgotten completely, dear Baobab, but that's because I carried out those missions during my period
of apprenticeship, they were all so similar that I may well have got them muddled while trying to fill you in on what seem to me the most important facts about my career as a double to date, leading up to last Friday's mission, the most dangerous of all

 

 

I can still see that family now, they were new in Séképembé, I can still see the two kids running around shouting, they seemed to be everywhere at once, that should have aroused my suspicions, I had wanted to warn my master, but he'd already decided, his plan was in place, he wouldn't put up with the cheek of these kids, he muttered nasty things about them, he was really just looking for an alibi, a reason to pick a fight with them, but things didn't work out like that, as it happened

 

 

my master was obsessed with thirst for
mayamvumbi
, and by his other self's inexhaustible appetite, and as a result he had ignored certain basic prohibitions usually observed by those in possession of a harmful double, for example never attack twins, but he had started acting with a casualness which took my breath away, I was the cautious one now, he was convinced that by ignoring the prohibitions he would make it to the top, as though he was aiming to beat his father's record, which is why he'd been all edgy ever since the Moundjoula family came to live in Séképembé, and it's true that around the time the Moundjoulas arrived, the father of the family made a show of his pride, dragging the children around the streets as though to show off his great good fortune as father of twins to all the villagers, ignoring those residents who claimed the two children
had done all sorts of damage in their fields, Kibandi scarcely knew the family, the village chief had been pleased to introduce the newcomers to the rest of the village, he had walked down the main street, stopping at every hut saying, ‘Papa Moundjoula is a sculptor, his wife is a housewife and looks after the twins, two charming children,' they lived at the far end of the village, and became each day more and more integrated, so that it soon felt as though they had always lived there

 

 

I met these two
enfants terribles
in rather dreadful circumstances, they are the kind of twins who have no distinguishing features, so that even the keenest observer would have found it impossible to tell them apart, their father and mother called them both Koté or Koty, since you only had to call one of them and they'd both turn round, but deep down Papa and Mama Moundjoula always rather enjoyed confusing everyone in the village, while in fact they did secretly have a means of telling them apart, they had decided to circumcise only one of the two children, it was said in the village that the older child was circumcised, the younger one not, and whenever Papa and Mama Moundjoula get in a muddle they just take the children's clothes off to see which of them came into the world first, I swear the two of them can scarcely be more than ten or eleven years old, they are completely inseparable, they blink, scratch, cough, fart, hurt themselves, cry or fall ill at exactly the same moment, two identical entities who sleep with their arms wrapped round each other till morning light, have the same way of sitting down, with their legs crossed, and, as though to confuse things even further, the parents dress them in identical clothing, trousers with blue
braces, beige cotton shirts, they each have a head the size of a brick, kept shaved by Papa and Mama Moundjoula, they are not a pretty sight, you can imagine, with their staring eyes, they don't mix much with the other children, they go running wild through the village, they like to play near the cemetery, in a huge field of lantanas, they move all the crosses around, turn them upside down, they play hide and seek, hunt down butterflies, frighten the crows, give the sparrows a hard time with their dreaded catapults, they're uncontrollable, they always pop up where you don't expect them, the first time I came across Koty and Koté my quills were erect, by way of warning, the twins wanted to use me to play with the moment they saw me moving about in the field of lantanas, in fact I had just come from my hide-out, and was having a rest on Mama Kibandi's grave, I was about to go and have a wander about behind my master's old workshop, and perhaps read for a bit without straying far from Kibandi's hut, just in case he needed me, and the two kids heard me rustling about in the leaves, they turned round, one of them pointed to me, ‘a porcupine, a porcupine, let's catch him', the other kid started to load his catapult, and bless my quills, I flung myself into an about turn, while their missiles landed a few metres away, I wondered where on earth they could have come from, these two rascals with rectangular heads, at one moment I decided they must be little ghosts whose parents, down in their graves, had given permission to go and play outside, as long as they were back before sunset, but the pair of good-for-nothings decided to follow me, I heard them brushing the lantanas aside, whooping for joy, laughing like two dwarves at a fair, one of them ordered the other to go to the right, while he stayed on the left, so they could jump out at me a few hundred metres further,
they didn't realise I understand human language, and could foil their plan, I curled up in a ball and began to roll at top speed, I landed in a pile of dead bracken, in front of me I saw a thicket of thorns, I plunged into it without a backward glance, and arrived at last in a clearing overlooking the river, without thinking I plunged into the water, which is quite shallow there, I was panting desperately, I reached the opposite bank, I shook my quills, but I was trembling more with fear than cold, the village came into view, I could hear nothing behind me, I therefore concluded that the kids must have turned back, I wasn't certain they lived in Séképembé, but several days after this episode, when I saw them crossing the main street with their father, I recognise their rectangular shaped heads, and their matching clothing