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Thanks people,

I'm just bored at home.

The skeletal structure aint mine, bydaway.

i will continue all da same!

Continued

I failed to mention, she also cursed his house and every living and non-living thing around him and went her way, now I was worried. Back in the states we had heard of African witches and the like of the things they could do, the powers they held by cursing for example; this woman who had left me with my hairs on one end, fell so much into that thought space. This encounter arrested me and took the strength out of my legs.

I sat down, right there on the hill on a patch of grass and stared at the House. The more I looked, the more beautiful the surroundings appeared, being all set with green bushes full of the hibiscus flower I believe. Tall strong trees, dogs, goats and chickens scattered around and a fine flight of birds in the azure sky. Every sign of pleasantness and yet the barracks in the midst of it, made my stomach sore.


Villagers went past me from the fields as I sat there on the hill, trying to regain my strength, but I lacked the spirit to give them any greeting. I caught one’s glance, an elderly woman; it wasn’t a good eye she gave me. Her look could send a pack of wolves running for their dear lives.
At last the sun went down, by this time, I had thought so much about what I was looking for here, my dead fathers wish was the only thing that had kept me up till this hour. Immediately I had gotten to Lagos I would have taken the next plane back to the States. Just then, I saw some movement about the house, but it was still dark. I was thinking, at least I would have someone to lay my head, charge my electronics, eat?. Though I had been advised to just go along with a cheap phone, I couldn’t resist taking my PSP along. I got up and walked through a faint track in the grass till I got to the house, the closest house to the one from where I was standing was not in sight.

A main entrance it was meant to be, but never finished, instead of gates of iron or any metal, it was a contraption of aluminum sheets and some rotting wood. The nearer I got the more upset and the more my stomach turned to mush. It seemed one wing of the house was unfinished. Many of the windows were just open holes, bats flew in and out like they built the place. There wasn’t any roof in some sections, this house would have been great, then I remembered the scary woman’s words Blood. I shivered, even thought the temperature that evening was nothing less than 30 degrees and I had started feeling the swords of the flying warriors.

Nighttime came fast, as I got close; I saw a flicker of light in one of the windows, which thankfully had shutters. Was this the mansion I had been anticipating? Was it within these decaying walls I was to seek new friends and begin a new life? I came forward cautiously and paying keen attention, heard someone rattling with dishes and a little dry eager cough that came in fits, there was no sound of speech and not even a dog barked.
The door as I could see it was a great piece of wood, studded with nails, I lifted my hand and with a faint heart, knocked. Then I stood and waited. The house had fallen into dead silence and a whole minute passed away, my nerves were shot and I just wanted to fall down and sleep. Nothing stirred but the bats flying above. I knocked again, with the last strength in my arms, nothing. I could hear my watch tick, so clearly I was amazed for a second until anger took over me. I began to rain kicks and buffets on the door, all on reserve energy. I had eaten the last Snickers with me as I got into Nnewi.

I was in full career, when I heard the cough again. I looked up abruptly and saw a man with a red and white cap akin to the winter caps one worn back in the States, a dirt-white singlet over a scrawny frame and some cloth about this lower half. He was holding a rifle. It’s loaded, His grating voice said.

I was more surprised that this specimen of a man could speak English than of the “loaded” gun.

I came here with a letter; I said, To Chief Sam Obidike, is he here?

Ajuju gi na
From who? Onye ole, onye gini He asked, caressing the gun.

That is not the issue, I retorted, for I was growing very angry.

Well, came his reply, you can leave it on the ground here, tapping the ground. Onyeugha a

With panic in my voice I shouted “I cannot!, I will deliver it to the Chief, as its meant to be, it’s a letter of introduction”

“A what??” he cried sharply.

I repeated what I said, forcing myself to be calm and to resist the temptation to punch the figment of a human being all the way to hell.
Who you be sef?, was the next question after a considerable pause.

I am Chima Damien Chukwudi.

At that, I'm sure the man started, because I heard the rifle hit the door. After a long pause and a change of voice, he asked

Is Your father dead?
I was so surprised at this, that I couldn’t find a voice to answer, but stood staring

Yes, the man resumed, he will be dead, no doubt and that’s what brings you running to my door, come inside, he finished and disappeared into the house.

I stood standing; I couldn’t believe what I had gotten into. The life I had traded for this moment and every other thing to come, but for my father’s sake. My eyes felt wet and my mouth dry. With a sigh I followed, into the house.



End of Chap One

Mama Water Ko!

Mamy Wata ni

Have you heard of Books and The Internet?

They are great investments!

@Maedan

i was gonna say that too,

You really cant compare Both.

Sheldon is more Diverse and yeah i like him ALOT

but Grisham, He draws from His Law background and creates Some real Good Stuff

LOL.

Im working on it.

eveel nurse eh?

lol

hw she no go eveel