Uriah headed to the edge of the forest to check on the traps. The boys in his village usually played at the edge of the forest and also set traps to catch small animals.
“You be thief,” the boys shouted.
“I no be thief,” the boy in their middle replied.
“Yes you are,” they shouted at him, hitting him with sticks.
Uriah saw a boy he had never seen before surrounded by 7 boys from his village. The 7 boys were hitting him with sticks.
Without thinking, he ran into their midst and used his body to shield the boy .
“Enough,” he shouted, “una wan kill am?”
“He is a thief, I saw him close to the traps,” screamed one for the boys.
“I did not steal from you. I was unsure how you treated strangers. So I hid to wait for night time to continue my journey. I swear I did not touch your meat nor your trap,” the stranger replied, wiping the blood flowing down his forehead. He was on his knees breathing heavily from the blows he had received.
“Liar, Uriah get out of the way so we can kill him,” shouted Daraksu. He and his twin brother were part of the 7 boys.
“Enough,” repeated Uriah, “you have no right to kill him.”
“Who made you the lawyer of an Hebrew?” Inarahsu asked.
“And who made you guys the judge, jury and executioner?” Uriah asked. “Don’t you know the Hebrews conquered our forefathers when they fought against each other. The Hebrews only allowed us stay on this land because we agreed to serve them.”
“The more reason we should kill him to atone for the sins of the Hebrews against us Hitties,” said Daraksu.
“What do you think would happen if word gets out that you killed an Hebrew?” Uriah fired back.
“Dead men don’t talk. Now stand aside Uriah or die with him,” shouted the twin brothers.
“No,” said Uriah, facing the boys with fist clenched by his side.
Inarahsu moved forward from Uriah’s left and swung a stick at his head. Uriah ducked under the swing, sidestepped to his left and threw a punch with his left hand. The punch connected with the right cheek bone of Inarahsu and he went down screaming and holding his face.
His twin brother, Daraksu, rushed forward to hit Uriah. He was already swinging his stick as Uriah turned to face him. So Uriah stepped closer to him and blocked the blow with the inside of his right arm. He then threw a left punch at the nose of Daraksu, who went down like he was hit by a truck.
There was a hushed silence as Daraksu slowly stood up and touched his blood spewing nose in shock. He then turned and ran towards home screaming in agony. His twin brother ran after him crying and touching his right cheek.
The other boys did not wait to receive their own punches. They dropped their sticks and ran off in different directions.
Uriah lifted up the stranger who was still on his knees. “Can you walk?” He asked.
“My name is Uriah. What’s your name?”
(To be continued).
Written by King Olulu
Inspired by Uriah the Hittie
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This is an exciting and captivating fictional account of the events leading to the death of Uriah the Hittite on the battle field.
This book also provides an interesting account of his past, especially his relationship with Bathsheba, and his friendship with Joab.
This book is based on 2 Samuel 11.
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