A new dawn crept rather unusually in Udumala tribe of Western Africa. A gust of cold wind blustered upon wooden doors. They creaked and stood ajar, as mosquitoes buzzed out, … Read More
The remote village of Ezeke was renowned for its sacred laws and ethics. Every atrocity was punishable by ostracization, except infidelity. That particular evening was serene, the trees swayed their … Read More
I beamed smiles as I entered the class. The students were already seated, waiting eagerly for what I was about to reveal to them. I’d warned them that anyone who … Read More
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DISCLAIMER This story is based on true historical facts, but some names and events have been edited to suit the writer’s interest. For more clarification, interested persons should contact the … Read More
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How the chance came to take our freedom back seemed like the works of our Chi. The sea winds blew and the delight was great as we hacked our captors to death. Some jumped into the blue unending sea in a bid to save their lives.
We were dragged to the village square where more horror awaited us. I could see our homes up in flames, children were crying, corpses lay on the floor. I could recognize some of them—they were boys of my age grade and some men I’ve known all my life.
Oba, my father, lived deep within the interior of what was known as Nri Community of the Omambala Kingdom. A land where it was said the sun rose from the south and stood at the centre of the Village Market Square.
“By the trails of Dunbar
We all walked, including father
White, we walked
hungry and sore
Herons, pure and slender
calling to one another—our slaughter.
A very long time ago, long before the fall of the Roman Empire; long before the rise of the Byzantines and the Turks; long before Columbus