Congo Novels & Stories

“Yep. He was from the Democratic Republic of the Congo, and although his first language was French since he used it at school, he spoke Swahili at home with his parents.” “He never taught you French?” “He tried.” Mark grinned. “I ain’t great at languages, babe. Sorry. I’m better at human anatomy.” “Oh, I know you are.” They shared a smile, then she touched the tattoo again. “His name was Siwatu? Is that a first name?” “Yes. Means ‘born in a time of great conflict’… and he was. Everyone was.” “The never-ending civil wars.”

“According to the story, the pup born to Nahid and Amin was given by Haidar to Hecate as payment for their pact. What no one knows is that Hecate gave the baby to the blue crescent pack, which remains in the Chilean Patagonia in South America, to be raised by other Di’Giotanno members, hidden there. They completely hid her ancestry, so as not to arouse suspicion. The girl born was called Akapana, which means whirlwind, small hurricane. The girl was an elemental and was a real headache for all the existing packs. She was a revolutionary, ahead of her time.” “That’s why it was possible for a Di’Giotanno convergent wolf to be reborn. Hecate took care of that.” “Francesco knew he had to have a p

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“Where else have you been?” “It’s more of where I haven’t been,” he replied. He also reached over and picked up a spring roll. It crunched as he bit into it. “I’ve been just about everywhere.” I raised my eyebrows. “Where?” “You want me to list them?” He took a deep breath and squinted one eye. “Botswana, Cameroon, Ghana, Kenya, Lesotho, Malawi, Mozambique, Nigeria, South Africa, Swaziland, Rwanda, Seychelles, Sierra Leone, Uganda, Tanzania, Zambia, India, Malaysia, Pakistan-”

Prologue Kanua Village, Zambia; January, 1991 There was a murderous glow in the eyes of the ten year old Luyando Chimeko as she stood watch over her drunk and passed out father snoring away on the mat inside the tent that a good Samaritan had lent to them which they had come to regard as their home for the past one week.

“Therefore, I beseech you to hearken to my words. For you are but youth and need to be coached. The gods know that it is my greatest desire to build the foundations of your life and see you become great. You are like a brick that must break into other parts to form a strong foundation for my name. Pay attention to my words. Allow wisdom to flow into you without obstruction. ”I will explain to you about the envoys that arrived here from the nation of Suramy two weeks ago. I had felt reluctant to talk to you because it wasn’t the right time to reveal certain things to you. I needed to commune with you at the right time. Now, my last days are near. Several times, I said to you, ‘tremble not whe

This is a fucking foreign fancy land. This feels like a dream! A dream I never want to wake up from! Trent holds my hand tightly as we stand up, looking around. He throws his phone and turns to look at me, smiling broadly. "Baby," he grins. "Welcome to Kenya." 🇰🇪🇰🇪🇰🇪🇰🇪

But not even Zach would be able to explain what happened next. 10 MONTHS AGO RENNÈ, PARIS. Denver: Telluride. Only a few people know me here. It’s quite good. Regina: that’s still close. I thought you’d make it to Africa, Nigeria maybe or Ghana. Regina: Or an island in Mexico or Asia, somewhere so different from our world, to escape. To forget. Denver: i didn’t want to forget, i didn’t want to escape. Regina: Then did you ever plan to come back?