All Chapters of "YESTERDAYS"_history uncaged: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

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

My apartment was well furnished i am a connoisseur of arts so i had paints on the wall. I had contracted some Negroes who did the paints. They called them the Street Negroes. They were usually paid after their services. I had had them do the painting works themselves because they were blacks as much as my love for the African color never left me even in the foreign land. They had used three days to get the painting job done and they had also re-coated the paddock fence that Aka my son built around the facility. He was not a carpenter but he knew how to put the hammer and nail to work. These Negroes four of them had taken the measurements of the entire building and gave me a quotation and cost but there was no negotiation on their remuneration. Although i gave them some money before they could start the job and at the end i was excited with their skilled art as they proved they are worthy of another job when there is need. One odd thing with the Negroes was that they do not have a mob

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 hi

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.

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...