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I can see some other folks have brought up the topic here....

1. Terror Muda was written by Kola Fayemi

2. Kaptain Afrika by Andy Akman.

https://www.nairaland.com/3872985/else-read-newspapers-back-then/1

https://www.google.com/amp/s/africainwords.com/2018/10/08/african-superheroes-in-the-1970s-and-1980s-a-postscript/amp/

Hi all,

I would be VERY surprised if I saw someone who remembers these old Nigerian comics.

1. Kaptain Afrika &
2. Terror Muda, the fearless Okada rider.

Both ran in The Vanguard newspapers.

I have forgotten the name of the artist, but I can vividly recall that the cartoonist for Kaptain Afrika had a very nice neat handwriting and he was a far better illustrator than the latter, Terror Muda.

Terror Muda was however very gritty and had a lot of action within.

I wish these cartoons were available as omnibuses (collections)

I wonder if writing to The Vanguard Newspapers would help...

Does anyone recall these serialized cartoons / comics?

Changed name for a friend who needs something to cheer up.

Part 2 :

I once had a near-death experience with a man-eating crocodile.

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I was on honeymoon with the love of my life.

We were on a canoe fishing in River Limpopo, off the coast of Mozambique.

Her name was Zubby, and she was the most beautiful girl I had ever seen... she had a heart of pure gold

Unfortunately, she wasn't as smart as she was pretty.

I still can recall all the details clearly...

There she was smiling, her hand cutting a path in the brown dirty brown water....

She was still smiling as she touched a rather large tree branch floating on the water.

The bark of the "log" seemed rather rough and I saw the branch come to life a split second before i shouted ;

"ZUBBY!!!!!!! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

The crocodile violently rammed our canoe and we rocked back and forth, almost capsizing.

She was trembling in my arms and I was thanking my lucky stars when I felt something wet beneath my feet

I looked down and I saw the nightmare of sailors world- wide : a leaking boat / ship .

The shore, 25 metres away and I knew we either had to wait for our death or risk swimming in the crocodile-infested waters

The water was fast rising, at our ankles when I made a decision, we had to abandon ship, so to speak.

" Follow my lead ", I said, as I dived into the murky brown water.

To be continued

Culled from "The Memoirs of The Faceless Man"

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Many years back, I had a terrifying encounter with a ghost....

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I am hesitant to tell the tale, in fact I am trembling as I type...

This is how it happened... PLEASE get a handkerchief because you would shed tears.

What I did was unspeakable, an act of desperation, but I was as poor as a church rat...

I went to meet to a witch deep in the evil forest of Lokogoma.

" Are you ready to pay the price , my son?" She smiled evilly with toothless gums

I nodded in assent and she warned me that there was no going back.

She cut deep into my palm and placed the bleeding palm over a steaming calabash while chanting incantations ....

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The steam rising from the calabash changed from white colour to red

She gave me the bloody knife and told me to stab whatever arose from the calabash.

I had lost the track of time sweating profusely in that hot, humid hut.

Next thing I know, a woman arose from the dish clutching a child.

She had hair to her shoulders and her back was turned towards me.

" stab her through the heart"

The witch screamed with her bad breath and foul smelling saliva spitting in my face.

I hesitated because of the child and then the witch's face started to melt and turn into this .....

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"Staabbbbbbbbrrrrherrreee nowwwwwww"

The demon started to growl hungrily.

In desperation, I rushed forward and stabbed the woman with the child.

Blood splashed everywhere and the body collapsed in my hands.

I had killed both the woman and the baby !

I started crying like a child and when I could get a hold of myself, I looked down at what I had done

Long black luxuriant hair covered the face of the woman I held in my hands....

I slowly lifted her hair up, with increasing dread....

Hairs on my spine standing straight for no reason ...

What I saw next made me scream out at the top of my lungs..... I screamed and screamed till it seemed I had torn my throat.


The face I saw.... I saw..... I saw ......

To be continued

Culled from "The Memoirs of The Faceless Man"