The bed of the rock cried with vibration as the heavy feet of the barbarians trampled on its rough skin. Nothing was visible, save for the flags of flames that walked down the ledge, towards the position where Ada and her friends were hiding. But for the chattering sounds of the barbarians, the night could have passed for its serenity and peace that waxed with ease with the cold.
“He saved us,” Chira said softly and placed a gentle hand on Ada’s shoulder.Ada only stared at the blurred vision of the fires that boogied over the horizon. It had all converged, lighting the night with its bloom. The voice of the savages still revel what should have been a speec
Ada heaved again, this time, resisting the urge to clean her sweaty palms on her neck. She wished the cold rock could pierce her soul and calm her troubled breast. Every attempt to keep her mind away from Ikedi was just becoming more and more difficult.They had walked quietly through the edge of th
He straightened his back, making sure to let his stomach control his racing breath. The stone was cold against his skin, but not enough to make the hair on his body stand. For once he thought he could lure them away, he thought he could keep them from hurting the one he loved. But all his effort ended up to be nothing but foolishness. So silly was the plan that thinking about it now, made him wish for death. He was like the proverbial fish that jumped out from the cooking oil into the cooking fire.
Adrenaline pushed Ikedi’s feet forward as his eyes ached to see the face of Ada again. He knew what to say, he wouldn’t sugarcoat anything. He would spill out everything upfront. He would be blunt and would tell her the bitter truth.The girls seemed to be arguing when he walked into the
The cricket chanted its song as the night grew slowly into an adult. Somewhere on a tree, in the veil of the night where the eyes of light feared to tread, the hooting of an owl could be heard as it mellowed the cricket’s noise into a duster of goose-bump.“
Cries shred the morning sun, blaring through the kingdom like the torrent of an ocean into every house that stood in the village. It was said that the light of the body was the eyes, but what happens when the body loses its light. The light of a kingdom was its king, but what happens when the kingdom loses its light.
The squashing of water blends with the noise of the birds which disturbed the gloomy morning. Prince Chika imbued the rag in the liquid and squeezed again. He wiped his muscular breast and armpit before dumping the cloth on the stool beside him.It was four days since the death of his parent and Olamma. The villagers still mourn the King, following Maazi Ikenna’s decree. Nobody is to work until the King was buried. The people now stays indoor as if afraid to walk in their own shadows. They think their houses were safe, they think the thatched roof was the wings of the partridge, which covers her children from the sneers of a wild beast. Foolish people
“Commander,” Idemba called “Ready your men and don’t let your guard down.”“Orders from the Prince?” the hefty commander asked.Idemba swallowed uneasily at his question. He wished he wouldn’t say that his orders were from a wretched servant girl, who found her shame on the Prince’s bed and now was posing like a Queen. “Just do as I say,” He mumbled and steered the rein of the zebra. “I need three guards to escort me too,”The commander seemed puzzled from the silence that followed his calmness. However, Idemba was too engrossed with his encounter with Chinwe, to notice the confusion on the warrior&r