After years abroad, Salif “Sall” returns to Bamako for his parents’ funeral. Exhausted and grief-stricken, he hails a taxi in the middle of the night, unaware that the streets are alive with ancient spirits and curses, born from the regrets of the dead and the fears of the living.
When a mysterious, barefoot woman in white appears on the road, Sall witnesses forces most people cannot see. The taxi driver, experienced but powerless, knows better than to look at her — for even a glance could trigger a deadly accident.
As Sall’s attention is drawn to the entity, his past flashes before his eyes: memories of his mother blessing him with tree bark, leaves, and prayers — traditions he once resisted as a child. At that moment, he awakens a unique ability: ancestral blessings begin to protect him, granting him luck, protection, and unseen guidance.
Now, Sall must navigate a world where belief shapes reality, where every shadow can be a curse, and where his own faith in his ancestral powers may be the only thing keeping him alive. Cursed Home Coming is a dark, mystical shōnen story rooted in African culture, blending horror, action, and the supernatural.

When the other humanoid being appeared, I lost all hope, until the taxi driver shouted at me:


— "Sir, don't panic. Please ignore them!"


I  could clearly see that the driver was far more frightened than I was. His hands were shaking on the steering wheel, and his voice was unstable. I simply replied:


But deep down, I knew that ignoring it would not solve the situation. Still, I chose to believe it. After a few kilometers on the road, fear was still present inside the car. My heart was beating faster than an engine about to break down.


Then, without warning, everything became calm.


— "It was a minor entity. These beings are known to haunt this road."


Stunned by the existence of this kind of creature, I was left speechless. He did not stop, even though I wished he would stop right there. He added:


— "If I had looked at it, even for a blink of an eye, we would have had an accident. And we wouldn't have survived."


— "These beings don't only take human forms. They can also appear as dogs, birds, and other things. That's why, at night, when we hear a bird singing, we say 'ta kaboyi choubaka'. When they know they've been spotted, they leave the area."


What did it want? I finally asked the driver:


— "And the second silhouette I saw… what was it?"


The taxi driver, with a confused look, replied coldly:


— "The one that was a little farther away. It wasn't moving."


The taxi kept moving forward. Then, without realizing it, my eyelids grew heavy.


Daylight was beginning to rise. The taxi was driving calmly, as if nothing had happened. The driver was driving peacefully, without the slightest sign of fear.


— "Excuse me…" I said. "Earlier… we were talking, right?"


He looked at me in the rearview mirror, surprised.


— "Talking? No, you've been sleeping since the beginning."


— "About entities… about this road…"


— "But you told me that if you had looked at the entity, we would have had an accident."


— "You talked about 'ta kaboyi choubaka'. About birds at night."


— "Wait… am I going crazy or what?"


In a corner of the road, half hidden by the shadow, the silhouette was there.


Its smile was strange, almost forced, as if it were learning to imitate a human expression. It made a slow, unnatural movement, then tilted its head.


Chapter 2 - BACK TO THE ORIGIN - PART 2