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Hello everybody, I've finished my first draft of my 4th short story. Mikumbi, the lovable half Mbuti pygmy half Nilotic wizard warrior travels the continent of Ikwubara (an alternative version of Africa) dealing with supernatural threats like demons, demigods, mythical creatures based on African cultures. Here's a snippet of my short story. I hope you guys enjoy it: Chained up around his wrists and ankles, Mikumbi sat in a fetal position in one of the dungeon cells. Nearly all sense of time was lost on him. Hours? Days? Small moons? Large moons? He couldn't be sure. His caramel–chocolate coloured skin was covered in dirt, grime and cuts. The patchwork of scabs all over his long arms, shortish legs, his wirey yet paunchy torso burned with pain that even the slightest movement caused him discomfort. He thanked Khonvoum, the Mbuti chief deity that his jailers didn't mark his face............much. His once beautiful red shuka, became grimy and tattered. To say that the cell was bleak would be an understatement. Small and smelly from having to shit in a small bucket. The black and white striped stone walls, ceiling and floor made Mikumbi feel 'claustrophobic'. Mikumbi's nomad blood from his Mbuti Pygmy and Nilotic ancestry yearned to be outdoors, to roam, to hunt, to fight. The only light source of the cell came from a small window. A constant stream of cloudy grey light filled the room. Never ending. No day or night. Just an eerie, unnatural light that disorientated Mikumbi's sense of time. In a place such as this, no life would dare to trespass, not even the typical bug and rats that would usually plague ordinary dungeons and cells. The only company Mikumbi had were from the jailers and torturers working him over. Physically. Psychologically, Magically. He did have the company of another thing though. Screams. The near endless screams of the other inmates. They seemed to reverberate around the very dungeon itself. Was it a deliberate design of the dungeon itself? Perhaps magic enhancement to make the screams heard throughout the dungeon? No matter. The unlocking of the large, heavy wooden cell door alerted Mikumbi. He looked at the door with sore, tired eyes wondering who or what could it be. Food? No, there was a little opening on the bottom of the door for that, The food was............. Edible. Mikumbi would rather have matoke. A flaming black aura swirled his shackles. A low grunt like scream escaped his mouth as the Juyanwansi – twisted magic attacked his very being. Nothing on Irun'uwa felt like it. That flash of dark twisted energy meant one thing. The cell door creaked open. Four figures entered the cell. Two ghouls entered first, walking disjointed and zombie like. The room filled with the smell of rotting corpse. Both of the zombie guards were tall and wielded simple spears. The spears were the only things that looked new on them. Their skin was rotting so bad that parts of it had decayed away exposing the bones and the rotting inner body. Such a horrible fate having the flesh reanimated by Juyanwansi. Both guards stood by the walls looking gormless as the other two figures entered. One male and female. Both of whom he knew all too well. The woman exuded grace and sultriness as she walked in swaying her hips. Every thing that Mikumbi found attractive in women, she had. Five feet seven inches tall, a slim yet curvaceous frame, dark chocolate skin so smooth and shiny that it looked almost edible. Her long lilac dress seemed to cling to her curves, exposing her long legs and ample buxom. When it came to her head and face that was the most alluring to Mikumbi. A crown of thick, curly to kinky, black hair was place upon her ovally heart shaped head. Her facial features screamed Eastern Ikwubaran as all three linguo-genetic groups of the Nilotics, Cushitics and Northeastern Bantu blended harmoniously. A high rounded forehead, almond shaped dark brown eyes, full lips, small button nose, softened jawline and cheekbones. The man walked into the cell brooding and calculating. His very demeanour radiated with twisted power. He stood at over six feet tall wearing a long, flowing, black grand boubou with the pelts of a male lion and a leopard wrapped around him. A crown of buzzcut/cropped near peppercorn textured black-brown hair grew from his square shaped head. A small yet very wide nose, a small mouth with surprisingly thin lips was placed on small yet wide jaw, fleshy cheekbones and covered with reddish brown skin. His face belonged to the Mbuti Pygmies of the Central Ikwubaran rainforest. What was most unsettling about the man's face was his 'eyes' His left eye was normal. Dark brown and deep set. His right eye... Could such an organ be called an eye? It was completely black. Both iris and sclera. No upper eyelid. Like one giant pupil with a large, hideous scar running through it from top to bottom. “Stand and face me, nephew,” ordered the man. Mikumbi sat still, pretending to not even acknowledge him. “I said. STAND UP AND FACE ME!” The brooding man boomed in an unnatural voice. With a twist of his gnarled hand, dark twisted energy spiralled around it. The shackles on Mikumbi once again burned with juyanwansi and with it the chains dragged and lifted their captive towards their master. Mikumbi showed as little emotion as possible as the dark magic attacked his very being. “Hello Uncle Matumwe. I never noticed you standing there,” said Mikumbi, hovering in the air with his arms stretched out. A slight giggle escaped from the woman's mouth. “Ever the defiant little whelp,” snarled Matumwe, “At least you learnt not to try to attack me like some wild animal.” “So what do I owe the great pleasure of you and Msolumsi visiting me?” Asked the wizard warrior rhetorically, “Silence, filth,” Msolumsi shouted as she slapped him across the face. The sting from the slap was more emotional than physical, “we'll ask the questions here.” A small smirk crept on Matumwe's face. “Isn't it obvious? I've come to gloat, nephew. And to look at our handiwork on your body.” “I've had better days,” Mikumbi replied nonchalantly, “How's your right eye, uncle?” Rage welled up in the dark sorcerer, as it took form as he was seemingly engulfed in a dark spiralling energy aura. That day. That wretched day. If you want to read and critique the whole of my first draft, email me: westafricanemperor@googlemail.com |
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Hello everybody, I've finished my first draft of my third short story. Mikumbi, the lovable half Mbuti pygmy half Nilotic wizard warrior travels the continent of Ikwubara (an alternative version of Africa) dealing with supernatural threats like demons, demigods, mythical creatures based on African cultures. Here's a snippet of my short story. I hope you guys enjoy it: “Lion,” I boomed as I ran at him. Within a yellowy-green flash, my musculature and mass grew, golden brown fur covered my body, hands and feet became instruments of death. Facial features feline, jaw more robust and canine teeth became large fangs. I let loose a mighty roar as I pounced on the stranger. He held me back with his spear shaft, gnashing my teeth inches away from his face. Even with my increased size and strength, this bastard was still managing to hold me off. “Having fun now?” I asked, speaking completely like a normal human while in a lion's body. Gotta love sorcery. “A little,” he replied then he somehow managed to throw me off him, (the bastard made it look easy as well), “show me more.” “Kifaru,” I boomed while charging at him. This time I lost the golden fur, mane, claws and fangs as it was replaced with thick grey skin, larger bones and musculature, a much longer face with two large horns protruding from it. Let's see how he handles my charge. The earth slightly shook as I ran. At least he wasn't foolish enough to test his incredible strength against a rhino. Instead, he once again displayed his agility, by flipping over my horns. I let out a small scream as he managed to stab his spear into my... arse. To be fair a rhino's arse is a big target. Thank Khonvoum for the thick skin of the kifaru. “Bigger enemy, bigger target,” the stranger laughed. I gave it one final go. Lowered my head then charged. He just stood there, calm. Who cares that a three ton animal is charging at you? He thinks he gonna somersault over me again... wrong. The look on his face as I 'disappeared' in front of his very eyes. Priceless. “What the f--, Where did you go?” puzzled the warrior. His head moved like a bird as he looked around for me, standing in the same spot. By the look on his face it was probably one of the few times in his whole life that he's ever been shocked. Not truly afraid but certainly tense. I couldn't help enjoying myself. Looking up at him from the wet grass... as an ant. I timed my charge and distance to near perfection as I transformed into an ant. Of course I had to be careful of the rain and dew from the grass. He's probably always looked down on many people he's encountered, figuratively. If only he looked down right now to see me as a bug. A damn cute one. He would see me transform back to normal and he might have avoided my uppercut to his jaw. Got 'em. If you want to read the whole of my first draft, email me: westafricanemperor@googlemail.com |
WOW... She's almost as fertile as Nigerian women! LOL ![]() |
Butter face. I'd still do her! |
At least it aint a fat white woman! LOL |
Battabox has something interesting to say about this topic. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4cD9BFJGhTk |
She's pretty. However, that yacky tacky weave is messed up! LOL |
Soon you'll have to import Jollof Rice........................from Ghana! LOL |
nairafame:Good lord. She's gorgeous! Like a Naija doll! |
Gulf Arabs are just a bunch of vile savages plain and simple. It's not like they've had 14 centuries of enslaving SSA people, cutting SSA men's balls off and raping SSA women. What I don't understand is why do African countries let their people go to the gulf? |
anonymous6:Great post! A Pan-African superstate united peacfully with one language, one president and one currency is just fantasy. If Europe a much more prosperous, less corrupt and more organised continent couldn't make the EU (it's current 'superstate' incarnation) with it's one peaceful president and one currency format, work, there's no way that a Pan-African superstate can work. The only way a Pan-African superstate can work is under a war time monarch (not an el presidente) What Africa needs is trade more specifically intra-continental trade. Africa has the lowest out of the continents https://www.weforum.org/agenda/2018/02/how-a-single-market-will-transform-africa-s-economy/ Trade is crucial to development. Unfortunately, Africa currently has the lowest percentage of intra-regional trade in the world at 18%, compared with 70% in Europe, 55% in North America, 45% in Asia, and 35% in Latin America.The AU should facilitate and encourage Pan-African trade not false unity. |
Jamaican Curry Goat and Rice >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Jollof Rice! ![]() |
MJuda:Again. Lay of the drugs! https://memegenerator.net/img/instances/52592588/dude-lay-off-the-drugs.jpg |
MJuda:Lay of the drugs! |
NewzLady:I wrote that post a long time ago. I'm no longer a fan of his shtick. Yet what he says in that video still rings true. Black feminazis are toxic to black people. |
Well done Nigeria. Was this the same team that played poorly against Croatia!? What happened!? The looked like a quality side. Gernot Rohr: "You played well. You can finally stop eating Ghana Jollof Rice. Now you can have Naija Jollof Rice. *Naija team starts dancing* |
Maybe the Nigerian team should switch to eating Senegalese Jollof Rice. LOL After all Senegalese (Wolof) did come up with the dish! Well done Senegal! |
Gernot Rohr should punish the Nigerian players by making them only eat Ghana Jollof Rice. ![]() Until they they win a match or play with some enthusiasm they no dey chop Naija Jollof Rice. LOL |
ViaFast:What a beauty! |
Looks like a man in those pics! |
You Nigerians are too damn fertile. Then again I do need sons. Might as well get a Nigerian woman to pop out a couple of sons. LOL |
No description of Ikenga!? https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ikenga He's the coolest god. God of War, time, success, achievement. |