The Amori clan had been defeated by the two hundred thousand Funni warriors. They had captured their women and babies aged zero to three and reconstituted them into their village making them twice as large as before.
The Samari clan whom had infiltrated the Funni clan, holding some of their warriors hostages in their new settlement haven gotten the message about their king’s disappearance on a self destructive mission of no coming back, set out to the Funni to conquer them altogether with their subordinate clans of Amori women and children as well as the amalgamated Abaki clan.
The set forth to the Funni clan and so did they conquer them and mixed their women with their men and took away their children to their new settlement.
“Your king has been eaten by the wild animals that we hunt for meal. They had exercised a revenge on your king and had him on their sharp edged teeth and devoured him into pieces, leaving no trace of a bone as lead to his body and no blood stain to perceive his aroma. Here ….” Hippoo the leader of the Samari clan addressed the Funni clan. He stooped to call upon Kabahka who came to stand beside him. Kabahka bent his face so low to the ground. “Here is Kabahka, one of our men who I had sent as spies, just like so many of them who lived among you and those who lost their lives in the desert in disguise of being a Funni. They have gone to rest and shall awaken in another planet different from this one.” The people were marveled upon this revelation and trebled before him and his clans and pleaded for their mercy.
The kinds were marveled that there was another planet somewhere where they do not know about and that if anyone dies here, shall sleep here and wake up in the other planet just as Hippoo had claimed.
“I shall take charge over everyone in the land and your people the Funni clan as well as the Abaki clan shall pay homage to the Samari clan with meat every seven days. This order shall not be altered by any family made up man and women and children otherwise I shall not be forced to slain you to death one by one.” He collected the bone from Kabahka and the slab stone which King Zoomorah had wrote on. “Here is the bone of your king.”
The people made noise from everywhere as they clamored and rejoiced for the death of King Zoomorah. There was dancing and rejoicing in the land and now they paid their allegiance to the new leader from Samari clan. On that day he was made king over the three tribes. King Hippoo the first was his royal name and the dynasty which stretched forth from the Funni clan and Abaki down to the new settlement of the Samari clan was named Samori land to remember the unity that had existed in the land between the clans especially the Amori clan which have been annihilated from the planet. Every individual from these exitence were called Samorian and there was no longer discrepancy as to whether a person of a kind was from a particular clan.
Two nights after the installment of King Hippoo the first. Kabahka gathered his household and told them they were going to leave by the half moon light that shone at night time. That night he had explained to them why they must leave the Samori empire.
“The King Zoomorah is not dead but still alive in the desert and he is out looking for great powers beyond the impossibility realm. When he has found that which he desired he shall return and wage war against King Hippoo the first and destroy him with ease and the people would again return under his reign. I have to flee from this territory because it would not be safe for me here. The King Hippoo had lied to these people and concealed what is true from them, he had broken the slab stone which the King Zoomorah had wrote to his people with his own blood and bone from his flesh. I owe him my life because he had given up his own in the desert for us, whom he had called his disciples. But I must leave at once before anyone notice my departure.” Kabahka explained to his wives. They were five women and one at the time was pregnant. With him and his five women he left secretly.
The message got to the King Hippoo the first about his sneak out from the Samorite empire. The king at once sent men after him. Kabahka had journeyed for six days when the men from Samorite captured him and his women and they took them back to the empire, to the king of Samori.
King Hippoo at once gave orders for his head to be cut off and separated from his body. The night of the day he was brought to the Samori empire, he was tied up both hands to a tree and they had his legs tied up as well, there with a stick his head was beaten until it gave a loud blow and with sharp edged stones they cut the head from the rest of the body in the audience of everybody. The people neither rejoiced or make a sound… There was a solemnity of silence in the empire as the king administered his absolute veto on one of their own. Kabahka’s head was hung on to a stick and was raised high and planted at the entrance of the King’s cottage where he lived. His wives he had to himself and for the sake of pregnancy could not sleep with Ogara, one of Kabahka’s wives who was with a pregnant stomach. The king had her to be one of his slaves together with men and women they had captured during their battle with the Funni clan.
Ogara lived among the Funni kinds to serve the king as his slave. Altogether in the slave settlement they were one hundred and thirty thousand of both men and women, with their children. The slaves were given a portion of land close to the territory to inhabit and work for the king. They were allowed to sleep and make more babies which would in future serve as younger inlets, some who would be made warriors and some servants to the throne.
It was only six years tangle with Saint’s father Alex. Alex was a preacher man and I had fell in love with him because of my background and his accent. Alex was a native English, he taught together with the Portuguese missionary at the time of their coming into Africa, where we finally met and we made a great time together as couple… that couldn’t last forever. It was until after I had him a son which I had named the boy Saint because of the very pictures of saints which were men and women who died for their faith, a daring illusion which could make you thirst for heaven at the very moment when it’s illusions triggers the mind.Alex had a pointed nose that shoot out especially when you are looking at him from the side angles. Every black women would want to have something to do with him, they all wish they had even slept with him. I mean Alex was handsome and tall… A ladies man you could say he was.At first I never wanted to do anything to do with him, never the thoughts of we w
What can you say about the character Thelma? DO you think she is hurt and pained or is she seeking for vegeance? Can she ever get what is looking for and will the scars ever have to go away unnoticed. Have you ever had such experience whereby you sought for justice but didnt get it and you took the laws into your own hands but get caught up? Was she free or imprisoned in her feelings. KINDLY ADD THIS BOOK TO YOUR LIBRARY AND READ ALONG.
Ola-lekan was another beast in my life. He was the father to my beautiful daughter Fejiro. Everything at the beginning all began well not until an attitude showed up itself in the very night when we were in bed tucked up in the duvet warming our bodies with the warmth of our skins after a hot and rough sex.Talking about sex, I was very good at it. I gave them all the stles they wanted and I guessed that wasn’t enough for them or maybe they’d craved for it that is why the all wanted to have me so eagerly but then after then what next I was still left alone, to cater for their products which are these children, my gifted ones, the ones whom I carried inside my womb for complete nine months calendar of each year of their pregnancy. Sex can never be enough for these creatures , you see in as much as they cared and showered you beautiful praises and gifts, right after they had gotten what they wanted they would evenly leave you abandoned and right there in your presence they would go fo
Vittorio had taken me in as his lover years after their kind had taken Aka's father away from me. He was an Italian prince although he was not a preacher man just like the rest of their kind but they all looked alike and shared things in common.They all came from the place called Paradise and we had seen them like our own god, they made us neglect our chi and proved to us that our cultures and tradition were nothing but barbaric, they called us the bush men from cave land. And yes they were pretty correct we were bush men from cave land, we were integrated in our culture and powers, we practiced some kind of powerful and spiritual exercises, but nonetheless our powers began to fail where they were and then they attacked my people and slain all of them that revolted, and enslaved many, punished the innocent young children who knew nothing and had no idea on how to use their powers.There in-front of me they were butchering our people in their numbers when my mother gave a loud cry...
If you are going to be writing my biography you may not complete my story without mentioning of one good and profound angel I met in a human form and that was Sam. Sam was the foster father to my twin Morris and Olivera. Yes he was the not the planter to those two fossils and I am happy to have him in my life.Sam I thought would have been my last chance in a man, because he was the last good man in my planet. Yes the last good fellow that shared humanity and strength in the society. But then what happened, yes Sam was good and a loving husband but he was corrupted. Let me warn you children from what I learnt from the big book that said evil communication corrupts good manners. And that was so and the case with Sam, my last good chance of eternal happiness in a matrimony.Ha ha! I didn’t call upon Mr. Death to wrap him with cold hands. No I didn’t do that, instead thank me that I was kind hear-ted too. Sam never deserved death no
My world with Aka’s father whom was my first man was something most desirable among men. It was a natural conjugal, I mean we were meant to be for each other like he was everything to me and I was his perfect woman even if the traditions of our people allowed men take up as many women as they could cater for he was still my man.Afamefuna was his name, a very beautiful name that rings up in my head each time I was alone and over thinking myself out. The name literally meant my name will not be lost emphasizing the importance of family legacy and continuity. The name reminds me that within all the predicaments that I must have been through my name Thelma must be heard even if I no longer exist with you humans here on this planet.Afamefuna was not so wealthy but a loving heart and caring feeling he could solve your problems ad mist any inconveniences. A strong and ardent defender of truth. No my Afam would never stand any injustice befa
“Run obim… Run… don’t let them have you. Don’t let them know who you are…”These were the words that Afam uttered before he had gave up the ghost. I carried him all the while then the government agents came up to me and separated me from the body. I was not willing to let go of my husband even in his corpse, I was there with him until the hour of death came up and wrapped him with appealing fists of a welcome home warrior. I believed that where ever Afam was going to into the underworld they would be singing songs of gyration for his coming home. He had fought and defeated a good number of men from the government agency who were killing our people.For how long would they continue to kill the people with no one to stand up against them. This is what the world government wanted, for everyone to be under them with no one to stand up for them, they take down many great men who could speak out the evil that i
The emergence of the cold blooded ones among us whom we classified as the human eaters began in our generation on that fateful day we were all tucked up together like the sardines in the sailing ship. A journey to an unknown destination, a place where we have for years taught about where we called… paradise.It started with the man eating kinds among us but worse came from there to a point where you either get eaten up or you are turned into a human eater. We watched the transubstantiation of our kinds into another form of which our eyes had never seen before what looked like a replica of our own self but apparently different in look and in the way they behaved. It was a reverse of human kind and no sense of compatibility. Their skin was pale and looking white, I could see their eye balls gulp inside its socket letting you see the very shape of the balance of the eye zone, and the layers of their skins were visible greenish transmitting blood arteries and a resisting capillaries lett
I 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