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

“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

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

“Emm—Ikedi paused as if he had remembered something vital

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 from Iyi, the evil forest, where Ejima (twin babies), were left to die. Now,