Chapter Twenty-seven

The moat of simmering liquid looks to have been expanded; the doctors probably didn’t want to take any more chances. Shango sat waiting in the middle of the cage, an arm round a raised knee; his burning wings the only thing moving as they fanned lazily at his back.

“You children must really love punishment to be back here so soon or Mugabe must be losing his touch.’’

"No time for banter old man, we need to get you free or we’re done for, believe me, you were the last plan on the list.’’ Omotola said as she hurried round his circular confinement checking out the cell.

Shango's laughter was full and gay.

Amaka, Babybaby's handler stared up at him, both awed and petrified.

He chuckled again, watching the sentinel's struggle with Orchid and co. "Your siblings are not doing too well am afraid, you are running out of time."

Shettima winced at the sound of a sentinel slam dunked Obiora, he