When they were born, everyone was jumpy due to such a thing never having been seen before. Look! Two identical children, perfectly identical, overwhelmingly identical, incredibly identical, and both stuck on the breast of a mother who had had one fright after the next. As they grew everybody mixed them up. They were identified only little by little. Eventually they got to be loved for what they were: two little kids who were identical in playing, in feeling hungry, and in crying when they were sick. The growing up of the Ibelles, which is how Changó’s twins were known, brought joy, singing and dancing to the land; joy that did away with the desolate years. Why was it that people were always so downcast before the arrival of the Ibelles? Why was there light in people’s eyes only when this noisy pair started to sing and dance on street corners?
It had all begun many years before. The roads of the world were closed on account of Okurri Borokú, some say the worst monster ever! Nobody was allowed to go from one town to another. Nobody could travel carrying their goods because Okurri Borokú did not let them. Those who dared to try to go out never came back. People died in isolation without being able to know other places of the world.
“We will solve this ugly problem,” said the twins one day.
They decided to look for Okurri Borokú all over the world and with no weapons other than what they thermseves were. It was a tearful departure.
After tramping around the globe, they found him lying upon some rocks, snoring like misplaced thunder.
“Hey You! Wake Up, Sloth! Sloth! Wake Up!
“Trungle, Trungle Trungleloo!”
Okurri Borokú stretched out and the stones crunched under his back. “I wanna make a deal.”
“Get outta here! I don’t have truck with the likes o’ you?
“Because I’m the strong one and I want to give you a chance. If you don’t accept the deal, I will break your big old bones in a second. But if you’re in, he who wins stays, the other one gets lost.”
The little boy was yelling in his face.
Okurri Borokú couldn’t figure this one out.
“What the…what’n hell you driving at, Eh? Out with it, I’m hungerish and I’d still as good as guzzle you.”
“Let’s do a dance. We are both strong. We’ll be on our feet for a bit. One’s got to be the stronger. One’s got to be tired sooner or later. Then he will be destroyed by the other one. If you win, you get to eat. If I win, you take off from here and don’t get a second chance!”
“Yeah…and why don’t you do the eating, chance I lose?” snorted Okurri Borokú, setting him up good.
“I’ve got taste! You’re grose, Man! Me and fat don’t like each other. I guess I’m used to eating stone and bush!”
Okurri chewed on this one for a moment and then blurted out:
“Aw-right. A little moving before munching can’t be all bad! Hah!”
They started to dance. Taewo moved rhythmically to the music playing in his own head. He was up his alley! Okurri lumped about. His flesh was roiling around to no beat al all.
This went on for days.
When Taewo became tired he took advantage of the fourflusher’s carelessness. He whistled for his brother, Kaínde, who was hiding nearby. Under the nose of the monster, they swapped places. The same face, the same footwork. Okurri Borokú could never have worked it out. Nah! But he was jinxed by the fact that his rival wasn’t tired. He was beginning to regret such a bum deal. Yet more days and nights, and the dancing endured.
Okurri Borokú hung in there, but his feet were shot. He was losing a lot of his blubber. Kaínde was now feeling it a bit too. Once again a whistle brought about a change of brothers. And it was days and nights of it again! The marathon went on…Okurri stuck with it. The twins’ kept pulling the trick.Then…
“Trungle, Trungle, Trungleloo…”
Okurri keeled over.
Aaargh…the decimated monster managed to gurgle…