Who knew if it was in the waters whose deep ebony was as malevolent as the green it nourished in the trees? Who knew how it had reached the birds in the air to make them drop so sudden? Mind can only ponder, eyes can only stare. Something restless frightened the goats, stalked them in the night, until one by one they disappeared. It was something bodyless that felled them, something the hunters could not snare.
Its not unheard of to have still bodies at birth, but in more than a score of piglets, could life no longer come from the earth? The drums ceased their beating when a mother began to wail, the silence deepened, the fear thickened everywhere, no anguish could undo, no mother, no human could bear, could comprehend the stillbirth baby there, what the darkness had forged afar, it now unleashed near, here.
They say it followed you from the grave, it clung to the healer's breast, when she had laid her care to rest, they say it took your kin, as one soul was ripped out the end of the next must begin, they say only few were saved but what was left was sick and depraved!
When it gripped you the ache grew like thunder, the skin burned with hell, the bowels were tormented by angry spirits but until the limbs went lifeless then began the hell. It had moved from the waters, it had fallen with the birds, it had grown in goats' bellies, flourished in the baby piggies but now human blood it preferred!
Horror tore our souls asunder as we watched from the sides, watched the red dripped from their eyes, dried to a slick murk near their mouth, red river trickled over black stains from the wells of the nostrils and the walls of the gums, from the private orifices, watched and could do nothing as life and blood hemorrhaged out!
Do, do, what could we do? When all had cried and shout, when all were buried and our misery and despair remained steadfast and stout, when the malevolence finally burned itself out, we hated it in our hearts and named it so others may point out. This was the atrocity that killed with no mercy, this was without a doubt, that which is nefarious as sin and as mysterious as the black waters within, the river named of the Lingala tongue, Ebola, near Yambuku, where the evil named of black river bore down the malice of its black crown!