Now everything is changing...with everyone of us sweeping under the carpet the scars of yesterday's sins. Those scars are what kept me alive until you are all born to hear the story. The world government was powerful and taking advantage of the human colonial minds, they buried our freedom and equity. But now that we the Elites whom they educated and rose to revolts against the fingers that had fed us... What do you call it? Oh! yes they had termed it Rebellion. They did call us rebels, for seeking a small ration part of the best that nature has given to mankind. Al-sural-tu-Nas. This for mankind, tell ye that the beast you trained in the dark had turned to an angel in the day. We are filled from the pot of lies now that our bellies cannot contain what they obtain, the promises that were compromised, treaties that were breached, least they covered the black mails and lies with a blanket of Diplomacy. But now is the snatch of the gallon beer from the drunkard because now there is what when diplomacy fails.....is war. "Now we are free." Later in the future a seed germinates bearing fruits of the YESTERDAYS as she possess the abilities to time travel and set broken pieces together but this has consequences in the future of mankind. Read along
View MoreI was in the middle of nowhere when her voice brought me back to my consciousness and immediately I was conscious I was not seeing the dark smoke again. She was carrying a large saucer plate containing sea food just the usual we have been feeding from the day one on our departure from our land in Africa into the Atlantic. The content of the saucer was steaming up with little smoke into the thin air, I perceived with great pleasure enthusiastically awaited her to usher me to feast on the offering she had brought from where ever in the part of the ship these foods were being prepared. I was feeling hungry and craving for anything that is edible to ease the stomach from ache and crumbing with an angry spoon to scoop out anger and aggression you had not known was hidden in your body, this left my body desiring for the feast to take place without a haste of any kind. My mouth this time was salivating, getting the tongue sidelines and it’s edge wet and mild for intake and at that moment I c
“I was in the apocalypse Cortex, I saw everything that happened. Your general or who ever that is behind this should be stopped. I had seen this people eating themselves alive, they were turned into white walkers, they were alive but dead, feeding on humans and sucking up their bloods, this is no good Cortex believe me when I tell you.” I said to her.“I believe you Thelma.” she responded. “Now what else… did you see?” she asked slowly this time.I looked at her…and said to her. “After the apocalypse, I saw a man he was much more of their kind, handsome and good man…”“There are no good man, Thelma.” she cuts in.I had thoughts about my lover Afamefuna, he was a good and love able man, the father of my son, no he was indeed a good man.“No there is, but he is not here.” I opposed.“Even if there was, we are now friends Thelma, believe me too. There is no good man. The general is a man, he is no good, don’t you think so?” she smiled at me saying. “Hmm Thelma, where is this man you talk
“You need to tell me everything that I need to know… now” I said to her.“What is it that you want me to tell you?” she asked.“Do not reply me with a question. Don’t you understand that as well?” I thundered at her.“I understand everything that you say, Thelma.” she said politely. Her sense of respect earned her a good presentation. I promised never to yell at her again but that she has to co-corporate with me.“Okay, I am not going to be mad at you but you must have to trust me. Okay ?” I promised.“Now that you are not going to be mad at me, why do you want to help me?” she asked again and this time I was so done and wanted to unleash my cool, but then I knew that in this case I was the one who actually needed her help and rather she could help me rather than I helping her.“I understand that I am not going to be mad at you but here is it, we cannot continue this way. I want you to help me get back into the cabin so that I can be with my son again. I have been here for a lon
“Besides going invisible do you see visions as well?” My half sister asked.“See visions? I don’t know yet but I think sometimes I see things begin to happen but I believe those are thoughts from my imagination.” I responded.“Since you are yet to discover who you are I can be of great help to you if you trust me enough and you got to know who you are and your abilities before the government finds you here. Look you are in their ship and I fear that they do not find you before you realize your abilities and be capable of controlling your super powers or else they would use you in their own interest to multiply their super army.” she said to me.“But why do your government do these things in this place, you know sister, back in our home in Africa, there is nothing of such as I am seeing here. What are they fighting for and whom are they fighting against?” I asked.This time while we were talking I was not on the posture I was before passing out.“Did I actually pass out?” I was looking
“Twenty years ago the government had came to our land in Africa to exploit our homes and take away many people of our kinds and had sequentially diagonized all of us of our different abilities. I was taken as a child, they killed my mother so that they can have me alive. And here I am working for them. They fed on my powers and used many of us for their experiments and to some unfortunate ones, those who do not have any forms of super abilities, they were made slaves and turned into warriors of fun in the city of gladiators. They were made to fight one another until death for fun while they watched and bid price of huge amounts of money, yes, that is what they do with our people dear sister, they gamble on our people’s head and cause them to kill one another. The one who emerges victorious was given a special offer of dining with the masters on the same table and an offer would be proposed for a higher rank to the best warrior, and this event takes place annually. For every year a n
The night went deeply quite as the entire cabin went dark and hollow in the middle of silent night, I could not help with the snoring I heard and that discomforted me from my usual sleep that day. I could see some leaning on the wall of the cabin, these were the souls of the kinds whom seek to go back home, but not anymore they were just there over thinking their heart out in the middle of the night. I used some piece of clothe to make a soft cradle for my boy Akam who was heavy with sleep. A child needs good sleep to grow well and I regret making him have such experience as a little boy of under age see these things that were inhumane. I rested his flat body which had become thin from malnutrition and lack of good care, he sneezed twice and resumed his sleep. I thought of the angels and saints and I knew they were watching us pass terrible nights of discomfort and I prayed that they come to our aid in no time soon before the situation of these my kinds turns out to be a hopeless situa
The third day was a day for collection of data from each of us that were still in the cabin. I tried as much as possible to keep accurate figures of the total number of my kinds that had embarked on this journey with them and the ones they had taken out to where nobody knows about, but then I was not too good at this, I had lost count almost a multiple number of times and the figures I had in my head would for some time disappear whenever an event of any kind took place in the ship. For all I know our major sad experiences started on the journey across the trans Atlantic ocean. A lot happened during the cross over and I believed before then something must have happened during these days before we were informed that we were about to cross over the trans Atlantic to the other side they called the new world which when we were taught we had known it to be a paradise. The paradise of our dreams which we had in our heart was not exactly what we saw during the stay on the ship and now that
The journey which lasted for months across the seas and oceans which later I had learnt we did cross the Atlantic ocean and the Mediterranean sea and of course the famous red sea in the big book. Throughout the daredevil journey in my life the most scary moment was the time we were meant to be food for other beings which had turned into Zombies. No one knew how and what went wrong in the transformation of our kinds into feeding on human flesh and enjoyed sucking from the vessels that push out blood in the body. Everyone of us became tensed the moment our eyes saw what the mouth cannot contain, I mean we were used to the stories of how the human eaters existed once upon a time during the existence of our fore parents before the emergence of leaders and kings like the king Zoomorah who was the most powerful of the kinds. He had went into exile in search of the greatest power in human history and he did sought and found what was beyond mankind and he reigned and governed the people of h
The journey on the dreadful ship lasted for so long about many months I was not used to keeping such accounts of figures but it was merely half of the period to season time when we first arrived the place called paradise. This was the paradise I had longed for to see how it was and its kinds that inhabit in it. The kinds of people that lived there to my amazement were entirely different people from my kinds, from the ways they speak, their skin tone and texture, this was the visible replica of what they taught us about the supreme ones. Upon our arrival at the port everyone there seemed very much busy engaged with a job or two, and there were those whom I taught were welcoming those coming in but it was not I was wrong they were not welcoming anybody. They were there for strictly business and money. I saw them counted some figures of kinds from other places whom did not board on the same ship with me and there and then there was an exchange between these humans and some quantity of g
If you must tell a story, then you should tell the story from the start to finish. But this time it was i who was telling such stories to my children at bedtime, a story which is not meant to be told at such a bed time rest, but this is not a story as it ought to be. Do you call History of one a story? In general stories could be anything fake or real but to me it was not. To me the History of my people was never a story. No it should be called the way it was... a History. This was going to be me in that story, pardon me i have made error calling the History of my home a story. Again i seek for remission of sin from the gods of my home land if it be an atrocity to tell the younger ones such a History at night time.Before i begin the story of my life i would like to let us know that everybody has a home."Everybody has a home."Irrespective of our separate gems, attitude, race, culture, tradition and kinds - when it is time to unite, home calls. If only i had somewhere i could call a
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