Is Mbakwe from Alaocha? How did he know my real name? Maybe my character gave me away, but how can that be? Chinwe always say that I talked gibberish while sleeping, could it be that...No, I don’t think.
Ada twisted away from the main road, back into the narrow path, it was
The cries of burning woods and straws shunned the melody of the morning, accompanied by smoke that clouded the place, making it almost impossible to see clearly. Broken pots, calabash, and their contents streamed the dusty floor, with a smell that melded with the white smoke.“What happened he
“Ndu m(my life)” A familiar voice screamed and held her legs in a tight embrace. Ada needn’t look to know who it was. The little boy was fond of calling her ‘his life’ after she had sa
The young day still held the rays of the sun, dancing over the horizon, just on the other side of the world. Mist, as visible as a burning smoke, swerved in the cold morning air, making it impossible to see clearly. Murmurs and whispers circulated the serenity of the forest as the people traveled along. Even the twigs and dried leaves that carpeted the forest, cried in agony as different weight brushed pass.
Sparks of light flared and the sound of metal meeting metal filled the air. Ikedi had raised his sword horizontally, blocking Ada’s blow.Ada clenched her teeth, her hands shook as the vibration traveled from the sword to her body. From the corner of her eyes, she saw the ring formed by the li
“Okay, we would camp here for the night” Nneka’s voice veered round the small crowd and the chorus of the footfall ceased.They had arrived at a river bed, whose water had long disappeared into the hungry stomach of the earth. Dried leaves flowed on the floor, a perfect cover
“Emm—Ikedi paused as if he had remembered something vital
The cry was distant at first. But then it came again. This time on the roof of the forest, a strident cry that was ear piercing. It sounded like the cry of an eagle, wounded by the arrow of a hunter. All creatures stood still and the forest bowed with fear when the huge beast soared pass. It was a smooth flight, that could go unnoticed, only that the wind on its wing, threatened to uproot the buttress root of trees.
It was the morning of the third day. The sun had broken the veil of the dark cloud, showering the earth with rich gold light. Even with its growing intensity, the canopies made by the hands of the leaves held the rays, giving way to only those that tubes through. The absence of moisture in the air was an indication of the harmattan, whose wind humbles the heads of the trees, making them to bow in subjection.Dried leaves cried as Ada and her friends swum through the green brush, hoping to make it to the river before nightfall. They had spent two days and two nights, trying to meander away fromIyi,the evil forest, whereEjima (twin babies),were left to die. Now,