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Chapter 36: Ekene
Igboland, 1810
Blackwheel held his breath as he felt the smell of the dead body of Nwakaego and Nneka's son hit his nose. He leaned over his shoulder, studying the stacked yams at the barn in Nneka's backyard. What have I done? I just killed the mother of my child and the son of my child!
About two minutes passed before he left the barn and went inside Nneka's hut to see if he could find something that would be useful to him. Where is the necklace? Where did Nwakaego keep the necklace? Why didn't she tell me even when I threatened to kill her? Nwakaego's death was not his first murder and yet he felt the same feeling he had felt when he looked at the face of the hunter's son after killing him. A cold feeling that circled round his body and made him ask himself several times if all the deaths were worth his mission. Yes! They all were worth it. Every blood spilled during battle was worth it! He bit his lips as he
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