EXILE - Chapter Fifty-three

It was late in the afternoon when the sun of Umuoku escaped from the gates of heaven and began to burn. Okonta felt uneasy as he waited patiently for his visitor to arrive. The last time his visitor had come, he had vociferously assured him that his work would be done in Umuise without any complications, and yet for some incoherent reasons, he chose not to believe what he had said. He could feel the anxiety that was swelling up in the face of the man when he told him that he could no longer continue with the act. An act that he felt was not worth the risk they were taking. All Okonta could do was soothe his visitor lively spirit with a gourd of palm-wine. He comforted him on the back and told him that the man they were fighting for, would be proud of them. His soul would rest in peace, knowing fully well that all the people who made life miserable for them had been properly dealt with. Every cause prompted by a just revenge was a righteous call from home.

Okonta had longed fo