CHAPTER 13

Leaves and twigs crushed under the weight of the men who traveled along what should have been a sandy path, only that it was covered now with folios of dead petals, whose depth almost drowned the joints of their ankle. The noise complimented the scary screams of the wild birds and buzz of the insects, which meander in the dry hot air.

"My bones are crying out, can we just rest for–"

"–Not again Okwunta," Mbakwe bellowed. He paused in his wake and averted his blazing gaze to the stout man who was sitting on the leaf bed, with legs spreading out. Despite the shade provided by the numerous trees, Okwunta was bathed with the salty liquid, which was oozing out from his skin. "I have had enough of this. What lazy fellow are you? We rested our limbs not long ago."

"But I am exhausted. Please, who has water left in their water skin? A little drop is all I need, to quench my desert throat."

The bile tha