Yama-uba Novels & Stories

Conceivably, their happiness must be because of the new yam festival. Ugomma sniffed and held the loose end of the sackcloth on her waist, yanking them and not minding the fact that it was exposing her naked body. Silently, there was a still voice in her head, praying and wishing that peradventure, the King’s messenger must have borne a false message. “Ugomma, it’s your turn,”

“In that case, Rena, meet my best friend Uma. Uma, Rena.” Uma also had hair like Yoké, bushy and upright. He had strong facial features and was much darker than Yoké. His eyebrows were also bushy but did not touch like Yoké's. “Can you also speak English?” I asked Uma. He scratched in his bushy hair and smiled at me shyly and said... “I'm the only one who can speak English in this village. I told you that.” Yoké leaned against the wall of the well and said. “And today you look like a true Toko.”

The wrinkles on his face failed to hide his air of authority and his good look. Leaning on the armchair stood a cane, beautifully made. He was Surely the senior Mr. Uba, Xenon's grandfather, Benjamin Uba, who was the chairman of The Uba Corporation and owned the most shares of the company