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mfm04622: It is too early to judge, pls continue. Can each post be longer?
Thanks

That question was for Cuddlemii, Adammas doppelganger, the one that brought me back. I will be more articulate for this story must be told.

eyenCalabar: Bro, it's not being a tribalist 'cos am not. But why is it that anything demeaning my people's name would be drag into it? The other day, Wizkid said Dbanj is doing Akpan work for Kanye, why didn't he use yoruba or igbo name? I hate this shi/t you guys are doing.

lol

tebill: i dont understand the level of illiteracy u want to present, at some point you over did it..probably cause she is Ekaette...but really have ever tried to know the naming of that name? Anyway sentiments aside ..it was a nice write up

Stories are meant to be larger than life, I believe Ekaette was a random pick and he never meant to debase anybody.

I luv this, too funny. This Ekaette dey worry o.

Hey, don't you like my story?

hahaha, look at all this crystals,lol. Cuddlemii, you are the one. I have watched you comeback and go over the centuries, I can tell you what you look like now and in your previous existence. We have always been connected, you don't know how glad you made me when ever you resurfaced on this earth. I watched your birth countless times.

I am not going to dwell on sheol for it awaits all. The tribe that took me had attacked my village, there was looting and plunder, men did all they could to fend off the assailants. War was not our way of life, we were a peaceful lot, hunters, fishermen, artists. And so the whole villlage was razed, women and children were taken captive. Amongs was her, my luv, Adamma. I have to pause and describe her, she was perfection...

Sheol, a place of darkness to which all the dead go, both the righteous and the unrighteous, regardless of the moral choices made in life, a place of stillness and darkness cut off from God. This is where I found my self, let me tell you this is a cold place.

The point is that I don't know what I am, you see. During the hunting I was taken captive by a distant tribe, I was slaughtered like an animal at the foot of their shrine. I died.

This was ancient times when food had to be hunted. Hunting was a way of life, on that day I was out hunting in the Odu, a great expanse of tropical rain forest, home of infinitely many animals and plants most of which have gone into extinction by the nineteen hundreads.

I have been smoking, I can barely focus, I will continue later.

This is emotional, and I often have mixed thoughts, my writing will read unconventional, I never had an education.

1709, though I was not to know for a century and half, I was happy, a promising young man who was about to marry. We lived by the river side, a small village in what is presently asaba. This was before the benin kindom, before the sokoto caliphate, this was a time when subsaharan africa was pristine and unpolluted. Palm was our king tree, almost everything was made out of it, my clan was skilful. The huts were crafted with great care, painted in lively colours, contrary to what you might have heard and read from the west we knew beauty, we made beautiful artifacts, paintings and murals. It makes me sad that all this beauty was lost for ever...

Io voglio raccontare questa mia storia a te, perche ti amo.