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ADA ASABA (short story)

ADA ASABA (short story)

By Itzprince in 16 Nov 2017 | 02:46
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this is another trilling story from our wonderful writer and you won't dare to miss any episode. so sit tight as i blow your mind with this trilling story.. dont forget to comment and invite your friends who love reading..

the story starts this evening
16 Nov 2017 | 02:46
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Waiting
16 Nov 2017 | 02:59
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I'm waiting.
16 Nov 2017 | 03:21
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Pls alert my attention zen it starts dropin
16 Nov 2017 | 03:33
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Continue
16 Nov 2017 | 04:05
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alright
16 Nov 2017 | 04:40
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Hmmmm am waiting gingerly!!
16 Nov 2017 | 04:57
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owkk
16 Nov 2017 | 05:06
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Seated oya where is my sweetheart @fridex and @ladyg my rival, @freshgirl abeg bring @jerrie along then oya @denciebabe bring that guy along winks @jummybabe come o everybody
16 Nov 2017 | 05:17
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We r waitn
16 Nov 2017 | 05:33
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Seated
16 Nov 2017 | 06:48
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oya drop it Sharp sharp
16 Nov 2017 | 07:20
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Plz alert me wen u wan start am
16 Nov 2017 | 07:33
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Waiting ohhh. Thanks @qeenvick
16 Nov 2017 | 08:07
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Sweetheart @qeenvick shift make I sit beside u
16 Nov 2017 | 09:12
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@qeenvick Ara nwanyi Asaba or Ada Asaba, abeg wic one is correct? Rival kwa? Pls dnt let @pesman hear it o if nt... Anyway thx baby mi. Where is my twin sist @fb-mhizlilygold @denciebabe & sweet keni sef @sanctus4real @delexzy01 @olayintan pls make una bia here now.
16 Nov 2017 | 10:09
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Waiting patiently... Thanks for the I.V @ladyg
16 Nov 2017 | 10:20
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am game
16 Nov 2017 | 10:59
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@ladyg Thanks for the I.V
16 Nov 2017 | 11:30
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am here, go on
16 Nov 2017 | 12:01
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@ladyg M resuming my Igbo class on Monday... You know M a yoruba boy! Gonna comment when my teacher tell me the meaning to what you've said earlier.
16 Nov 2017 | 12:39
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@pesman sorry i wasnt askin u 2 translate dat, i wz tellin Queen nt 2 say dat am her rival again, so u wont b angry wit me o.
16 Nov 2017 | 12:56
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@lady,thanks..am here @wyse-one,d game never show
16 Nov 2017 | 18:14
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Please friends I duly apologize for not fulfilling my promise of starting the story yesternight.. The thing is that the story is in my laptop at home and i got stuck at work and had to sleep over. But I assure you guys that it won't pass today and for the disappointment, i will give you guys bonus... Thanks for understanding and bearing with me
17 Nov 2017 | 01:29
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We'll wait
17 Nov 2017 | 06:17
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ADA ASABA – Episode 1 The year was 1847. On the edge of River Niger, Asaba lay peacefully. The land had found peace after its warriors had battled hard to break the siege which almost ended its existence. However, beneath the new found peace which the land had known for years, an ancient practice capable of unleashing mayhem in the proportion unknown to the land, stirred. By the hand of a woman, Ada Asaba, the princess of Asagba himself, would this power be awakened. Awele, the stunningly beautiful daughter of Asagba (the king of Asaba land) had been married for a few years to the love of her life. However, there was a problem; the princess, Ada Asaba, had been unable to conceive a seed for her husband. Rumours were rife as to why she was barren. The simple way to explain her bareness in accordance with tradition was that perhaps she had allowed a man to uncover her nakedness before she got married. Though this assumption was muted in secret places, no one had the guts to come open with it. The reason was that her husband, Osadebe, a mighty war lord, did not report to the king or to the elders that the night he consummated his marriage, he found Awele, his wife, to have lost her virginity before their marriage. “If Osadebe found Awele to have lost her virginity when he touched her the first time, don’t you think he would have made it known than suffer the scathing ridicule of being childless?” one of the village women who discussed the matter of Awele being barren asked her fellow women. “Perhaps he failed to do so because he was the one who took Awele’s virginity in the first place,” suggested another lady. They all hushed themselves in utter surprise; their hands over their mouths and their eyes wide open. It was as if light just got turned on in their heads. “You see, tradition is tradition. It does not matter that Osadebe ate the forbidden fruit and later acquired the tree. Tradition says on no account should any man or the princess herself, allow any man to enter her bosom before marriage. We have solved the riddle! This must be the reason Awele is childless!” “Lower your voice Nwanyinma, people might hear you!” cautioned her friend. Nwanyinma looked around with both hands still on her mouth. The women huddled up together in excitement. “Osadebe ate the forbidden fruit long before he had the chance to acquire the tree. Now he is cursed. He shall never have a seed from Awele.” “Nwanyinma slow yourself down! We don’t know that yet.” “This has to be the reason Ada Asaba is barren! Who would blame Osadebe? Have you not seen Awele’s buxom waist? It can make any man sin,” Nwanyinma said, giggling naughtily. “If I had such a shape, I would have been in the palace of Asagba himself…” Nwanyinma paused and drew much closer to her friends. “I have heard the Asagba himself takes three women at a go. He is as strong as the lion in the wild.” They all began to laugh at Nwanyinma’s ridiculous claim. 1:00 AM, August 13th 1847 Awele turned around on her mat and listened for her husband’s heavy breathing – an indication he was fast asleep. She had fed him a large dosage of sleeping portion to make sure he would not wake up until her business for the night was done. Rising from her mat, she made her way out of their hut. Outside the hut, she removed a powder from the edge of her wrapper and blew it in the direction of the royal guards who watched her and her husband by night. A few minutes later, the guards hit the ground in heaps and dozed off. Lifting her eyes to the bright moon in the sky, she mumbled, “Onwa uchichi chebe m (watch over me moonlight of the night).” With only a small dagger in her hand, she made a swift move toward Chinedu’s hut. On any other day, it would have taken her just fifteen minutes to reach Chinedu’s hut, but on this very night, she was careful not to get caught, so she had to make her move carefully and stealthily. When she reached his hut, she waited a few seconds outside, watching the door to the hut. Chinedu was fond of bringing ladies from Ubulu Okiti for his midnight games. Awele did not want to been seen by any of them. If she were to be seen by any of them, then such a one would surely die. Satisfied that no one was lurking around Chinedu’s hut, Awele made a dash for the door of the hut. At the door she waited a few seconds as she listened for a sound. There was none and she was happy for that. She worked her fingers on the raffia door and opened it. Inside, Chinedu was sound asleep and alone. Awele sat next to his mat and tapped him on the chest. Chinedu did not wake up. She tapped him harder and he woke up. At the sight of the princess in his hut, he let out a cry. Awele covered his mouth with both hands and pleaded for him to shut up. Chinedu nodded. Slowly Awele removed her hands from his mouth. Chinedu rose from the mat and bowed before her asking, “What are you doing here Ada Asaba? Surely you have come to take my life for a dire need of yours.” “Get off your knees Chinedu. I am not here to take your life for any reason… Do you think anyone heard your cry?” “I am not sure anyone did. However, even if they did, I will explain it away.” “Are you sure you can do that? I would not want to be seen with you Chinedu.” “Do not worry about that, my house is often visited by ladies from neighboring towns and in the night we make all sorts of noise. I am certain I can explain my earlier cry, princess.” “Good,” said the princess. “Your door is open, would you mind locking it once more?” she added. Chinedu looked at her warily. “Princess Awele, would you mind putting me out of my misery and tell me why someone like you has visited someone like me at this wee hour of the night. My eyes have seen the dagger in your hand and my soul is troubled. Is this my last night on earth?” “Chinedu, first lock your door and then hear me out.” Edu as he was fondly called quickly locked the door and returned to his mat. “The door I have locked my princess. So what brings you here?” Princess Awele went on her knees as tears began to pool from her eyes. Chinedu sprang to his feet and tried to raise her to her feet. “What are you doing princess Awele? I am to bow to you and not you to me! Get up on your feet!” Edu whispered. “Edu, please hear me out. I am a woman of many sorrows. My name is shame, and ridicule is the welcome I receive from both women and men. The pride of women has been denied me and I fear I will never know it unless I do something about it.” “Speak freely Ada Asaba, your secrets are safe with me,” Chinedu encouraged her. “Edu there is no secret I have which is not in the open. The only secret men will never know about me is the one which will happen tonight if you grant my wish.” “You are still speaking in riddles Ada Asaba.” “Chinedu stop pretending! How many years has it been since I got married and yet has had no seed to show for it?” “The gods will give you a seed my princess.” “But that is not what you believe Chinedu. You think I gave away my virginity before I got married to Osadebe. That is a lie! I have known no man except Osadebe! And if you must know, when he uncovered my nakedness after our marriage, he found me a true and worthy damsel. I had my virginity intact that night. So what you must have heard is a lie! I am innocent of the rumours making rounds about me!” “I am sorry princess. Truly I have heard rumours. Forgive me about that. I did not go seeking the rumours, the rumours came seeking me in my house.” “You are forgiven Chinedu… Edu, I have a request to make of you.” “And what request is that?” Awele paused a few seconds and pondered how to proceed. “Give me a seed to wipe away my tears,” she finally said. Chinedu looked at her as if she was mad. “Did you hear yourself princess Awele?” “I absolutely did.” “Why would you make such a request of me? Am I God? Do I have the power to give seeds to women? Have you forgotten that you are a princess and married to a war lord?” “Chinedu, you absolutely have the power to give me a seed. Sit back for a moment and allow me to tell you who you really are.” Chinedu looked around his hut, fixing his gaze on nothing in particular. He was wishing there was someone else present to witness with him what he considered sheer madness put on display by the princess. “Are you sure you are still sound in your mind Ada Asaba?” “I am Chinedu. Now hear who you are… You are a great grandson of Odogwu Ozala, keeper of the ancient royal concubines and queens. In times of old, when a queen, a princess or a royal concubine was barren or their husbands could not impregnate them, it was the business of Odogwu Ozala and his sons to impregnate them for their husbands and for the king. They had an ability from the gods to do so.” Chinedu shook his head incredulously and barked, “I am no great grandson of Odogwu Ozala. Odogwu Ozala and his seeds were wiped out by the fourth Asagba for their sins against the throne, and you know this princess.” “You are dead wrong Chinedu! Not all were killed in the purge. In my search for solutions to my barrenness; I have found out that a pregnant woman amongst the family members of Odogwu Ozala escaped.” “What makes you think the woman who escaped during the night of that purge was my great grandmother?” “Don’t play games with me Chinedu! The seers I have consulted so far say you are a great grandson of Odogwu Ozala. They have proven it to me beyond any shadow of doubt. Let me ask you; how many barren women have conceived when you bedded them? How many young ladies have taken in after just a night on your mat? You still have the blessing of the gods in-between your legs…” she paused. Chinedu looked white in the face with worry. He was clearly unsettled by being linked to Odogwu Ozala. Though he knew very little about his lineage to the legendary keeper of ancient royal concubines and queens, his dreams had been a source of worry to him. While he pondered his many dreams which he understood better at the moment, princess Awele began to remove her wrapper, stripping herself stark naked. “Please don’t do this princess Awele. You are married and tied to the throne of Asaba. You are Ada Asaba. If indeed you are right about my ancestral descendancy, getting pregnant for me might awaken forbidden evil. Please don’t Awele,” Chinedu pleaded. “If you refuse to bed me and give me a seed, then I will be left with no choice than to reveal your true identity to the Asagba of our land. I need a seed and will bear the shame of my barrenness no more,” Awele said, pressing her naked, luscious, seductive body against his. With his heart pounding in fear, Chinedu, grabbed her body and held it against the mat. Drawing heavy gulps of air, he began the act of having an intercourse with a princess of Asaba, an act last performed by his forebears hundreds of years ago. STORY CONTINUES…
17 Nov 2017 | 13:38
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17 Nov 2017 | 13:39
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Sweetheart @qeenvick come o new episode is here o Nice start but @itzprince the bonus nko?
17 Nov 2017 | 15:21
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women can go extreme high just to bear deir husband child.. but Ada Asaba dis act ve qualify d rumor to b true.. u should be waited for d God's tym.. @itzprince tnx for dis but where z d bonus.. @ladyg tnx for d IV nd d episode don land ooo.. @denciebabe my love come ooo d story don start...
17 Nov 2017 | 17:59
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ADA ASABA – Episode 2 Chinedu had hoped to make a quick work of having sex with Awele, but somehow something beyond them took hold of them. Neither he nor Awele understood the full scope of the powers and ancient history they had plugged into. Chinedu was quick and eager to get the job done. On his part there was no desire to give pleasure to Awele. The moment he penetrated her, Awele felt a rush of overwhelming pleasure take over her body. Chinedu also felt a power surge. It was the sort of surge he had never felt in his years of bedding countless number of very nubile ladies. “This is different,” he whispered as he tried to control himself. “You were born to do this,” Awele moaned, as she also struggled to control herself with each thrust Chinedu sent into her. A few more thrusts into Awele, Chinedu saw a blinding ash of light across his face. He was gone. Whatever happened next between him and Awele, he could not remember in lucid details. However he knew he did an extraordinarily good job because he continued to hear Awele’s loud moan as he was summoned to the sky by a man he understood immediately to be his ancestor, Odogwu Ozala. “You have made us all proud today. You have set us all free and restored the broken hedge. We are all back in the land. Thank you my son,” were the first words spoken by Odowgu Ozala to Chinedu. “So I am indeed your descendant, great keeper of the ancient royal harem?” Chinedu asked in bemusement. “I have always tried to reach you through your dreams. I have always made efforts to show you the past and by that act warn you about the future. You have reopened a channel in the spirit. You have relaunched an ancient program of the gods. From now on, you must watch carefully for your life. They will hunt to kill you.” “Okay papa. I will do my best to stay alive,” said Chinedu as he beheld with awe the waves of resplendent light swirling around his great grandfather. When he opened his eyes, he found himself pulling away from Awele and panting helplessly. From the look on her face, he knew he had pleased the princess beyond her expectation. “You are no ordinary man Chinedu. Indeed the gods dwell in you. The powers of old are resident in you. If I had the choice of who to marry, to make all over again, you will be my choice,” said Awele as she admired him deeply. “I have done my part Awele. I hope you will keep your word and not reveal who you think I am to the king,” Chinedu said with worry all over his face. “Only a fool would do such a thing. I will never tell anyone who you really are. However, if you ever tell of what happened between us tonight, I will have you killed and your body cut to pieces.” “I have heard you princess Awele, and may the gods watch over our words tonight and deal with us wickedly if any of us dares to break our words.” “May it be so,” Awele said with the sound of satisfaction in her voice. Her business for the night having been done to a great extent, Awele dressed herself up and sneaked out of Chinedu’s hut. Awele had planned her visit to Chinedu’s house to coincide with her menstrual cycle. If what she was told about Chinedu by the seers she consulted was true, she was certain that in a short while she would be pregnant with a baby. She had felt so much magical powers when he made love to her, to know that Chinedu was indeed a different man. When Awele got home, the guards outside her hut were still asleep. Carefully she tiptoed into her hut and found Osadebe her husband still asleep also. Taking some powder from a calabash in her hut, she stepped outside and blew it in the air again and the guards began to groggily wake one after another. Back in her hut, she pressed her husband’s mouth open and applied a powder in his mouth. The potent powder which also served as an aphrodisiac would wake him up in a few minutes. Done covering all her tracks she went outside once more to have her bath; her plan for the night was not over yet Just a few minutes after she returned to Done covering all her tracks, she went outside once more to have her bath; her plan for the night was not over yet. Just a few minutes after she returned to her hut from having her bath, Osadebe woke up from sleep with a feverish desire to have sex with his wife. Gladly, Awele yielded her body to him to do as he wished. Though his performance was light years behind what she felt when Chinedu had sex with her, she still moaned as loud as she could to give him the impression he was doing just ne. By the full dawn of the day, Awele woke from sleep with a strong feeling inside of her that the barrenness which plagued her life for years had been broken. Though she had slept with two men the previous night, she knew whose seed she was carrying. Isele Mkpi; time 3:40 PM, August 15th 1847 The visions of his night had suggested to him that a child was due to come into his family and he did not want to miss the chance to have that child for the umpteenth time. On the ground he prostrated, pleading his case with Orimili, the great priest of the gods. “Once again I return to you to make request that you grant me the power to put a seed in my wife’s womb. Orimili, I plead with you to let Awele conceive and bear a seed for me. Return my seeds which you took and take some other thing. Has Awele not borne enough shame over a problem I brought on her by myself?” Osadebe argued his case. From under the roiling river, Orimili rose and waded toward him. “Osadebe, when you came to me to make you a mighty war lord, you gave me the permission to take whatever I would from your life. In my wisdom I saw it t to take all your unborn seeds. Why now do you bother me with this new request Osadebe?” Orimili queried. “When Asaba was on the brink of being destroyed, I did what needed to be done to save her. I did what any man who loves his fatherland would do. Blame me not Orimili. I did that for which you locked my loins so just Asaba would be saved. Look upon my good heart and reverse that which you have done. Take something else from life and unlock my loins Orimili,” Osadebe entreated amid tears. “I cannot promise you that your loins will be unlocked Osadebe, but I will give your entreaty a great consideration. If by chance I were to reverse my decision and unlock your loins, what would you like me to take from your life for the power I gave you during the great siege against Asaba? While you are considering what to let me take this time, do not forget it was the great power I gave you which endeared you to the Asagba and opened the door which allowed you to marry Awele. Surely you have benefited from my gift to you.” “Yes I have. Truly your gift to me has brought me great blessings just as it has brought me the curse of childlessness.” Orimili squirmed his shoulders and frowned at the mention of a curse. “You haven’t told me what to take this time Osadebe,” he said. “Take my right leg Orimili.” “I will not take that Osadebe! Your leg is too little a price for what I gave you. I will take your life!” “No Orimili! Please do not take my life! I refuse to give you my life!” Osadebe protested. “Then leave my presence! You have nothing more of interest to me! I cannot ask for Awele’s life, she is a child of the great Asagba. Rise and leave!” Orimili barked. Osadebe sprang from where he lay on the ground and stormed away from Orimili. As he made the long walk back home, he wondered if it was wise to refuse to give his life so Awele could bear him a seed. “I have a dream to live long and see my grandchildren. If I give my life how then shall my dream come to past? If I die Awele will remarry. She is still a young lady. Even in my grave I would not bear to watch another man touch her. She is my only gain for giving up my entire seeds to save Asaba,” Osadebe pondered aloud as he trudged home. Back home Awele was filled with joy as she prepared mushroom soup for her husband. She could tell her life changed from the moment Chinedu penetrated and deposited his seed inside of her. To keep herself from moaning pleasurably in daylight, each time she recalled the sexual experience she had with him, she would squeeze her eyes shut and shake her head to rid herself of that memory. Since the previous night, it had occurred to her a few times if she should go back to Chinedu for a little more of what she experienced when he made love to her. “The gods forbid! It is already bad enough that I did it once with him. I cannot let my emotions get the better of me. I believe I have found what I wanted,” she would say to herself to stop the train of thoughts flooding her mind and pressing her to go back to Chinedu for more of the pleasurable sexual escapade she had with him. STORY CONTINUES…
17 Nov 2017 | 18:12
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the bonus as promised is here.. am sorry its coming late REGISTER @freshgirl @qeenvick @swtharyomi @denciebabe @wyse-one @eddy @delight @pweety @victoriouschild @mray @jummybabe @babe4biola @sofia @ritagold @kuks @frankkay @pearl @originalannchilexdel @evanz @fridex @jclash @gracy @itzshaxee @simzy @chomyline @pheranmmie041 @temmyjoy @chriswayne @mecuze @skookum @jerrie @john451 @kniphemi @emmanesth @horpheyehmy @justify @maurice @kemkit @adeyoola @jummy @thankmic @kpumpy @christopher @anita @phinebraim @kedike @saintkenz @december12 @promise @sylvia @bsam @portable @cherryserah @steph @aarti @invincible @olaking3 @harddy @blakstudd @prince @azeeco @temmymofrosh @vizkid @sandra @sandy @hollar @kaysmart22 @sexynikky1994 @davick @youngestprince @semilore @oyindamola @ladygrasha @dhemilade1 @mature @peacebright @franklin @kolababs @mhzzrblayse @smilie @borwerleh @iksqueency @loveth @funmilayo1 @okklad @nizzy @flames @tony @vict-vames @stanny39 @softtouch @onahsunday631 @ele @jeddy @sonshine @sirgentle @hoelhay @aminzy @eben @teesolid @omoyemmy @olarach @daxking @krizzy @holarbordah @firstladyontop @softie @obaby @sergentmax @mhizdaofot @pappyjay @c-roderick @cookey @isabella1 @chisomsophia @mrfabulous @henry @mubarak @mhizzthessy @millz @abevica @individual @youngfellow @humblelion @natasha9976 @hartuny @emergencia @sapiens @paula4eva @jimmyjab @arosunshine @heartbrokekid @thosiano @peterox @iamsmv @adegunle3gmail-com @yemitefestus @omoniyiola @inifek @skulboy @nheemot @deejaygrin @hitiswell @fynboy @whizjay @oshio @shikoleen @queencoded @vicoch @kimmy @ifeoma1 @nobleay @felixharuna11 @ibktemi99 @sanctus4real @bolaji2308 @damzybabe @profeze1 @horlarjuwhon @illusion002 @royzeray @chinenye5404 @dharmex @emileagosu @pharouq00 @saraya @blazeb @virtuous @ennyshow @haryormidey @mzz_teddy @daddyd @cassiewells @judiee @omoshalewa @nheemot @rukibaby19 @ugochisunday @micheal1 @certifiedjx @wumyte @jokqees @temmyluv @oyefestus @coolbaby @ewosboi @lilfresh @phauzy @princeocity @ocpresh @sahent @horgzy @amibabe @bayslaw007 @saviour @damsyn @fortune @ernesto @light1259 @adeyemi @wisesam @bankykay @gaman @kingj @rossi @danielbrown @aanu001 @klaussimbo @princekidhonest @lilpaco @cheta @zach100 @pelumi99 @phaicynxsmith @macaveli @mizzykevin @gorgeousdammie @froshberry-2 @emperorsndyheartless @maltty @chidij1 @mavbirth @niceoneofficial @jacopet @wizy308 @coolval222-2 @olorivicky @shaklef @mackabsolute @nakam @ladyg @wizzyg @vivian @paula4eva @pappyjay @pesman @charliebryn @emmazzy @itzprince @youngmiss @faith @nkem @sabinto @bestabbey @pearlily @damariseze @Oluwaslimzy @Calebdanny @Frank @wisdomifeanyi80 @olushegzy @delexzy01 @Luvlydamsel @Hormortiyor @fb-MhizLilygold @elisco1453 And others come o
17 Nov 2017 | 18:15
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next...
17 Nov 2017 | 18:30
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mission accomplished... following
17 Nov 2017 | 19:15
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Ada Asaba u see what u got urself it. now explain to ur hubby hw u got d seed.. surly he will knw u cheated on him.. ride on
18 Nov 2017 | 01:26
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Wow! this is simply awesome... ur hubby will really tot d pregnancy is his handy work. next pls
18 Nov 2017 | 02:59
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Lovely
18 Nov 2017 | 03:06
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These story promised to be a great complicated one, i gat to follow it.
18 Nov 2017 | 03:40
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Interesting
18 Nov 2017 | 03:47
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Oya explain Dont keep us waiting o
18 Nov 2017 | 03:56
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uhm, next
18 Nov 2017 | 04:58
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Am following. Awele and the husband has committed themselves to something bigger than them
18 Nov 2017 | 06:17
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This is commitment and I hope u can stand it till the end. Ride on bro. I'm following keenly. But I for like to see another bonuses fah! Lol...
18 Nov 2017 | 07:01
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hmm.... a story of our Godsfather is here! it take her (ada asaba) no time to go bck to edu, cuz it a promo that last forever as far she play her game well... @theprince ride on to the free road
18 Nov 2017 | 07:22
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Seated
18 Nov 2017 | 08:09
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This story gonna be tough... Following keenly
18 Nov 2017 | 08:18
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I hope his husband won't kill her when he finds out she is pregnant
18 Nov 2017 | 08:40
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Ada Asaba look at d mess u ve put ursef into, impatient Ada, nawa o, why wont Osadebe wont kn, ngwanu is it now dt d shame "ll b pronounced? I pity u, my boo @sanctus4real thanks.
18 Nov 2017 | 09:14
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hmm following
18 Nov 2017 | 09:55
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but I think Osadebe will want to believe he owns the pregnancy because Orimili says he will consider him... he will want to believe Orimili has considered him
18 Nov 2017 | 09:59
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Interesting...
18 Nov 2017 | 10:15
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Interesting continue
18 Nov 2017 | 10:25
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I hope ur husband doesn't suspect u of having extra marital affair since he knows he is impotent And through that they might get to find out about Chinedu existence
18 Nov 2017 | 10:27
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cont let see wat will happen.
18 Nov 2017 | 15:19
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ADA ASABA – Episode 3 On the front porch of her hut she sat waiting to welcome back her husband who had left earlier in the day. The joy in her heart had left her in an ecstatic mood all day. “I shall soon bear a seed,” she said to herself. “My sorrow shall soon be no more,” she added. Impatiently she waited for Osadebe to return home to her. When Osadebe finally made it home, he cut a forlorn look. He seemed spent and hopeless. That re in his eyes which made her choose him above all others had smoldered. “You are worried my love. You think too much about that which we do not have,” Awele said as she hugged him. “How did your visit to Mkpitime go?” she asked. “My friend would not help me. He fears that I might take advantage of what he knows against him,” he lied. He did not want Awele to know about his deal with Orimili and that it was responsible for their childlessness. “If your friend will not help us, then don’t smart over it. I have been praying and I believe that the gods have heard my prayers. I believe that soon, by the help of the gods, the cry of a newborn baby shall be heard in our home. Come with me, I made a mushroom soup for you.” Though Osadebe knew how impossible it was for his wife to conceive a child without Orimili unlocking his loins, yet he almost believed her words. He could not help but wonder where her new found faith came from. “I am glad you made a mushroom soup for me. I bu ogoli mara obi di ya (you are a wife who knows her husband’s heartbeat). Before I descend on the mushroom soup, I would like to have my bath.” “I have already taken water to the bathroom for you. If you don’t mind, I would like to join you in the bath and help scrub your back,” Awele volunteered. Osadebe was surprised by that. He had never heard her say that. What has taken over my wife? Her spirit is highly lifted up. This is certainly not the Awele who would cry me a river at every chance she would get for being childless, he thought. “It will certainly be nice to have you join me in the bathroom, my love,” Osadebe said, sounding encouraged. “Let us not waste time about it then,” said Awele, flashing her killer smile. The night was one of the most romantic the two of them had in a very long time. Their situation of being childless had eaten holes into their marriage and love. However tonight was different. “I will give everything to have such evenings with you for the rest of my life, Awele. Tell me, what is responsible for your happy mood?” Osadebed asked Awele who was lying next to him on a mat in front of their hut. Above head, the moon shone brightly and the trees and grass nearby rustled to the gentle sway of evening wind. “I can’t explain it, but deep inside me I know our wait for a child is over. Two nights ago when you made love to me, I was certain a child would come from it. I felt your seed burning its way deep into my womb. It was as if the gods lent you some help that night,” Awele said, carefully preparing his mind for the baby she knew was going to come very soon. The sound of gods lending help to him was just what he needed to hear. Awele had deliberately dropped it in to stir his hope. Over the years, Osadebe had been offering multiple sacrices to as many gods as he could nd in Asaba and beyond. “You have raised my hopes, my sweet love. If you will truly conceive and bear me a child, I will give each god in Asaba a cow and make a great feast to our people. It will be like the day Asaba was freed from the siege of her enemy by my hand. All the music groups and masquerades in our land and beyond will perform that day,” Osadebe said, sounding enthused. “My love, I am convinced that one of the gods has looked upon your sacrifice with favour. I am the ground in which you plant your seed almost every night, two nights ago was different. One of the gods was with us. I felt it within me. You know how downcast I have been all these years; my present mood should tell you that indeed I felt something we have never had when you made love to me two nights ago. I may even have conceived your seed as I speak,” Awele explained. “This is the best news I have heard in over ten years. So at a time when I thought all hope was gone, help came. I want to believe you Awele, but I am afraid of being disappointed. However if this your conviction turns out to be true, I will return to each of the gods I sacrificed to with so much to thank them for the gift of a child to us.” “Yes my love you should. You will know the gods have visited us when you see my stomach begin to rise.” That night they played, laughed and made love without end. It was like one of the days after their wedding. Awele’s complete change from gloom and despair to faith and belief affected Osadebe so much that even his speech changed. That same night, Osadebe had a visit. Orimili, the half-human, halfspirit, messenger of the gods, brought him a message. “On your behalf an advocate has spoken and deposited a great price. From henceforth, you shall be able to impregnate your wife and bear seeds by her. Your loins I unlock this night. You are now free. You no longer owe me anything,” Orimili announced to Osadebe. Osadebe could say nothing. The vision was overwhelming for him. All he could do was let tears run from his eyes. Several times he tried to say a word but nothing came out of his mouth. Orimili read his shock well and so reassured him, “I am Orimili, the great priest who stands in the barrier between gods and humans. I speak no lie to you Osadebe. That which I took from your body, I have returned this night. You can impregnate your wife now and have as many children as you want.” Realizing it was indeed true, Osadebe managed to ask, “Who is the advocate who spoke on my behalf? Who is the man or spirit who paid the price for me?” “Osadebe, there are some things you will never know. This is one of them. I will speak no further to you on this matter,” Orimili said and vanished. Osadebe snapped out of his sleep panting heavily. “So I am now a free man?” he asked himself. With the knowledge that his loins had been unlocked, Osadebe relentlessly made love to his wife and believed she would conceive even if she had not already. He also made sure to keep what he knew about his loins being locked for years from Awele. He did not want her to know about the great price he paid for the power with which he won the battle for Asaba. With bathed breath they waited for Awele’s stomach to give them the sign they desperately desired. By the middle of November 1847, Asaba shook with joy. The long barren princess of their land was finally pregnant. From the palace of Asagba to the homes of all his chiefs, there was celebration. Amid the fanfare which greeted her pregnancy, Awele paused several times to ponder what would happen if it was to come to light that Osadebe her husband was not responsible for her widely celebrated pregnancy. “Chinedu will not betray me; he has more to lose than I do,” Awele would say to herself to douse her worries. On account of the warnings he had received by means of night visions, from his ancestor, Odogwu Ozala, Chinedu left Asaba by night and journeyed as far as Sapele. There he hid and waited to hear from his fallen ancestor. Though everything seemed alright to the mere eyes of humans, yet in the spirit world, a storm was gathering. Just as the seed in Awele’s womb grew, so did the storm gather pace. Something was off. The old Asaba had returned and the new was shifting ground to accommodate it. Only two people could sense it; and Awele was one of them. At first she did not know what it was. However it began slowly to dawn on her that the terrifying visions she saw might have something to do with the baby in her womb. On the other side of things, Osadebe having received his male strength back from Orimili, and eager to see just how well it was working, began to sneaked out to Onitsha Ugbo to test his brand new libido on a young slave girl. He didn’t have to try so much. Just a month after his first round of tests, the slave girl sent word to him that the seed he planted on her soil had germinated. By the result he got, Osadebe was convinced beyond every shadow of doubt that indeed the seed growing in Awele’s womb was his. Fearing what his father in-law, the Asagba of Asaba, would do if he found out that a slave girl was also pregnant for him, Osadebe sent warriors under him to strangle the slave girl by night. By morning, the owner and master of the slave girl woke up to find his slave girl’s hut covered with fresh blood and bits of torn human flesh. The body of the slave girl was not found and neither were there footsteps outside her hut. To solve the riddle, native doctors in Onitsha Ugbo explained the matter as an act of the gods. Back at Asaba, Osadebe received word that the slave girl was dead and buried. STORY CONTINUES…
18 Nov 2017 | 15:55
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18 Nov 2017 | 16:11
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REGISTER @freshgirl @qeenvick @swtharyomi @denciebabe @wyse-one @eddy @delight @pweety @victoriouschild @mray @jummybabe @babe4biola @sofia @ritagold @kuks @frankkay @pearl @originalannchilexdel @evanz @fridex @jclash @gracy @itzshaxee @simzy @chomyline @pheranmmie041 @temmyjoy @chriswayne @mecuze @skookum @jerrie @john451 @kniphemi @emmanesth @horpheyehmy @justify @maurice @kemkit @adeyoola @jummy @thankmic @kpumpy @christopher @anita @phinebraim @kedike @saintkenz @december12 @promise @sylvia @bsam @portable @cherryserah @steph @aarti @invincible @olaking3 @harddy @blakstudd @prince @azeeco @temmymofrosh @vizkid @sandra @sandy @hollar @kaysmart22 @sexynikky1994 @davick @youngestprince @semilore @oyindamola @ladygrasha @dhemilade1 @mature @peacebright @franklin @kolababs @mhzzrblayse @smilie @borwerleh @iksqueency @loveth @funmilayo1 @okklad @nizzy @flames @tony @vict-vames @stanny39 @softtouch @onahsunday631 @ele @jeddy @sonshine @sirgentle @hoelhay @aminzy @eben @teesolid @omoyemmy @olarach @daxking @krizzy @holarbordah @firstladyontop @softie @obaby @sergentmax @mhizdaofot @pappyjay @c-roderick @cookey @isabella1 @chisomsophia @mrfabulous @henry @mubarak @mhizzthessy @millz @abevica @individual @youngfellow @humblelion @natasha9976 @hartuny @emergencia @sapiens @paula4eva @jimmyjab @arosunshine @heartbrokekid @thosiano @peterox @iamsmv @adegunle3gmail-com @yemitefestus @omoniyiola @inifek @skulboy @nheemot @deejaygrin @hitiswell @fynboy @whizjay @oshio @shikoleen @queencoded @vicoch @kimmy @ifeoma1 @nobleay @felixharuna11 @ibktemi99 @sanctus4real @bolaji2308 @damzybabe @profeze1 @horlarjuwhon @illusion002 @royzeray @chinenye5404 @dharmex @emileagosu @pharouq00 @saraya @blazeb @virtuous @ennyshow @haryormidey @mzz_teddy @daddyd @cassiewells @judiee @omoshalewa @nheemot @rukibaby19 @ugochisunday @micheal1 @certifiedjx @wumyte @jokqees @temmyluv @oyefestus @coolbaby @ewosboi @lilfresh @phauzy @princeocity @ocpresh @sahent @horgzy @amibabe @bayslaw007 @saviour @damsyn @fortune @ernesto @light1259 @adeyemi @wisesam @bankykay @gaman @kingj @rossi @danielbrown @aanu001 @klaussimbo @princekidhonest @lilpaco @cheta @zach100 @pelumi99 @phaicynxsmith @macaveli @mizzykevin @gorgeousdammie @froshberry-2 @emperorsndyheartless @maltty @chidij1 @mavbirth @niceoneofficial @jacopet @wizy308 @coolval222-2 @olorivicky @shaklef @mackabsolute @nakam @ladyg @wizzyg @vivian @paula4eva @pappyjay @pesman @charliebryn @emmazzy @itzprince @youngmiss @faith @nkem @sabinto @bestabbey @pearlily @damariseze @Oluwaslimzy @Calebdanny @Frank @wisdomifeanyi80 @olushegzy @delexzy01 @Luvlydamsel @Hormortiyor @fb-MhizLilygold @elisco1453 And others come o.
18 Nov 2017 | 16:13
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I sense trouble great one
18 Nov 2017 | 17:18
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Nice one bro! Next pls
18 Nov 2017 | 21:32
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Odikwa next o
18 Nov 2017 | 21:38
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things get as e be oo
19 Nov 2017 | 02:36
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Nxt
19 Nov 2017 | 02:51
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that bad this greatest mistake osadebe
19 Nov 2017 | 03:13
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great start
19 Nov 2017 | 03:57
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interestin
19 Nov 2017 | 04:04
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Next
19 Nov 2017 | 04:12
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trouble...
19 Nov 2017 | 04:56
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Hmm
19 Nov 2017 | 05:28
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next pls
19 Nov 2017 | 05:52
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Wow
19 Nov 2017 | 05:53
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hmm .. who is d real owner of the pregnancy
19 Nov 2017 | 06:15
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Wat a world
19 Nov 2017 | 06:48
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Hmm continue
19 Nov 2017 | 08:49
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Something great is coming.
19 Nov 2017 | 09:34
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But who owns the pregnancy now
19 Nov 2017 | 10:57
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issok... yhu are looking for child why yhu keep on slutterN ur first child...
19 Nov 2017 | 11:28
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Interesting
19 Nov 2017 | 12:23
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ADA ASABA – Episode 4 Exactly on April 23rd 1848, by early evening, Ada Asaba, princess Awele, gave birth to a baby boy. The baby was a bundle of beauty to look upon. Every man or woman who saw it had something nice to say about it. Both Asagba and Osadebe offered free food and drinks to all the people in Asaba. The fanfare was unlike any Asaba had seen previously. In a much more modern parlance, April 23rd 1848 was like Christmas in Asaba. Horns blared; gongs sounded and drums rumbled. There was a lot of singing and dancing. Walking with his shoulders held high and his face beaming a proud smile, Osadebe greeted all who came to celebrate with him and his wife. Celebrations continued late into the night and for days. On that day, just before sunset, Obida, an elderly woman, was on Asaba farmland which stretched toward Igbuzo, harvesting cassava. She had unusually stayed on her farm longer than she should. Fearing that wild beasts might feast on her for dinner, she hurriedly loaded her tubers of cassava into a basket and made for home. On her way home, she passed by the ancient home and shrine of Odogwu Ozala and his descendants. The sight she met was shocking. An old iroko tree which had dried up from its roots had begun to shed its dead and dry back. For a moment, Obida thought she saw a new fresh stalk, sprout out of the dead back of the tree. She was stunned by the sight. Her feet froze and her tongue cleaved to the roof of her mouth. She tried hard to shout, but had mouth gave no sound. It took some minutes before she could take a step away from the shrine of the fallen keepers of ancient royal harem. “How is this possible?” Obida asked as her feet trembled. “They have been long dead. Odogwu Ozala and his generation are nothing more than myths found in our folklore. How is it that such an old shrine is coming back alive?” While Obida wondered at what she had seen, a gentle cold wind seized her and the basket on her head. The last thing she remembered was floating in the air away from the shrine with her basket on her head. By late night Obida woke up in her hut with no memory of how she got home. When she ran outside, she found out that someone had peeled all the tubers of cassava she had in her basket and soaked them in her earthen pots for her. “May the gods keep me from evil. What is going on in my life? Are the dead now on errands for me? What is the meaning of this?” she wondered aloud. “Your mouth shall for no reason ever speak of that which your eyes have seen,” a male baritone voice spoke to her. She shivered with dread as goose bumps swooshed over her. Like an arrow, she shot herself into her hut, whispering to the supposed spirit which had spoken to her, “I am only a widow with no child or grandchildren. Kill me not spirit from old times.” The moment she said that, a calm feeling settled over her and her racing heart eased up. In the early hours of the next day, a friend of hers visited, to give her the share of meat, food and drinks apportioned to her by the Asagba and the chiefs of the land. “Where are all these from? Are they only for me?” Obida asked. “Look at the sort of question she asks. Are you a stranger in this land? Even strangers amongst us know that Awele has given birth to a baby boy. These are from her father the Asagba and the chiefs of the land.” “Forgive me Udounwa. I should have figured that out by myself. How is the newborn baby?” Udounwa drew closer and whispered, “May the gods forgive me and all those who wagged their tongues against Ada Asaba. The newborn baby is the spitting image of Osadebe. What they went through was nothing short of a test of faith. May the gods bless me with the kind of patience Osadebe and the princess have,” Udounwa explained. “Is there anything unique about the child?” asked Obida. Udounwa regarded her for a second and asked, “Is there something you know which I don’t?” “No Udounwa. I am only asking because there should be one. A child who took such a long time to arrive should come with some signs.” “Oh! I see what you mean. Actually there is one…” Udounwa paused. The Obida drew closer to her friend, her ears attentive to hear what it was. “His eyes t the description of legends of old.” “We have too many legends, which ones do you mean?” “This is going to sound ridiculous, Obida, but it is as I say it. The newborn baby has the eyes of royal concubines keepers…” Udounwa paused to see how her friend would react. Obida felt goose bumps all over her body along with the presence of that same spirit she encountered the previous day. “You look shell shocked Obida. Are you okay my friend?” “I am Udounwa,” she lied. “I don’t mean to make jest of what you said, but you must have had too much to drink yesterday for you to think that the newborn child has the eyes of ancient royal concubines keepers. Are you aware of how long ago they lived? Not even your grandfather was born then,”Obida added, managing a false laugh. “Well that was the reason I said what I was going to say would sound ridiculous. However, don’t forget I have heard and told the story about Odogwu Ozala and his sons countless times. The moment I saw the newborn baby, my heart missed a beat.” “Speak no further Udounwa. My ears will hear no more of this. Odogwu Ozala and his kind are nothing short of a long forgotten piece history. There is no one left amongst them to impregnate Awele. It is as you said; the newborn is the spitting image of his father. The look of his eyes means nothing!” “I have heard you Obida! Don’t make it sound like we are fighting. I often wish that we still live in the times of Odogwu Ozala and his sons…” Udounwa rolled up her eyes dreamily and continued, “In their time Asaba was a pride land. We had so much to eat and drink that baskets of abandoned food were taken from our streets to feed hungry souls in, Ohaji Egbema, Sapele, Agbor, Ubulubu. In those days as we were told, no army dared to march on our land…!” “…only Odogwu Ozala and his sons would match out to meet such an army. By their words, an invading army would descend on themselves until the last soul amongst them had been cut down,” Obida lled in for Udounwa. “Chai Obida! Why was Odogwu Ozala and his kind killed in cold blood?!” “Udounwa, your mouth will not take my life before my time. The king will kill for talk such as yours. I think it is too early for such dangerous talk. Let us see in the evening for idle talk and gossip. This is morning and I have so much to do,” Obida said as she carried the food and meat which her friend brought for her inside. When she remerged, Udounwa stood up, dusted her buttocks and announced her leave, “Obida the busy ant, go do your plenty work. I will return in the evening with plenty gossip.” “I will make sure to empty my ears for new stories from you.” Obida waited outside until Udounwa had disappeared from sight and ran into her hut. Hurriedly she began to pack her few loads. “It is only the tree who was informed that it will be killed and it did not run away before its killers arrived. My eyes and ears have seen and heard enough. I will leave for my maternal home until this ominous cloud over Asaba clears,” Obida said to herself. Isele Ukwu April 29th 1848 At Ogboliko, just beside Ezieshi’s compound, Isioma, the slave girl, who was thought dead, dragged herself into the home of a native doctor. She was heavily pregnant and was expecting to put to bed in a few months. At the sight of the young pregnant slave girl, the native doctor began to make known his visions. “Your path has crossed with the mighty, and death has spared you once. You carry the seed of the mighty and you seek revenge. You were born the day gods went on a recess and your destiny was not written amongst the stars. Twice you have been sold into slavery and bought back. Right now you are on the run… sit down child.” Isioma stood for long staring at the native doctor. She had heard about him while she was a slave girl at Onitsha Ugbo. To have him tell her life story in an instance was unlike anything she had seen in her short and hard life. “They said you should have been born a ghost, now I see they were right,” she said as managed to sit on the chair offered to her by Anyaeke (serpent eyes). “I am really flattered by that. I do wish I was a ghost sometimes. Well, I am not one, but in my next life I will negotiate to be born as one,” Anyaeke said lightheartedly. Both of them laughed. “I know what has brought you here, child. I fear that you are about to step into a den of lions. The man whom you seek to kill eats from the hands of the gods. It is not his destiny to die by your hands.” “How do you know this? I believe anybody can kill anybody,” Isioma said defiantly. “You are wrong child. The man you want dead is Osadebe, the mighty warlord at Asaba. He is no ordinary man.” Isioma frowned and asked, “If I can’t kill him, is there a way I can hurt him?” “I will look into his life, though that is a risky thing to do. There are many vicious and dangerous eyes watching over him.” Isioma untied the edge of her wrapper, removed some money and dropped it on the floor. “I will give even my life to see him dead,” she said. Anyaeke raised his head and looked at Isioma with shock on his face. “If you have blood to give, there are many things you can do my child,” said Anyaeke. “I have my blood and the blood of my unborn child to give,” Isioma announced as hot tears ran down her pretty face. STORY CONTINUES…
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Oh Sorry
19 Nov 2017 | 14:45
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Oh my ,why kill na
19 Nov 2017 | 16:02
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hmmm.. my love @denciebabe new episode.. my honeypie @ladyg oya come flesh episode z here
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Ewooo! This Isioma is something else o. Abeg live road make I pass...?... Me and Obida we dey leave for our maternal home until this ominous cloud over Asaba clears.
19 Nov 2017 | 16:32
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lolz @Fridex i wish I get maternal home I for join fridex and Obida. the cloud carry tornado join body
19 Nov 2017 | 18:04
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Hmm indeed there will be a great storm
19 Nov 2017 | 18:48
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Sad continue
19 Nov 2017 | 19:03
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Danger is looming
19 Nov 2017 | 19:29
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Nicely written. Next please
20 Nov 2017 | 00:52
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Hmmm that's too much of sacrfice Isioma nd wat could lead 2 this woman?
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My boo @sanctus4real thank u jare.
20 Nov 2017 | 02:33
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Getting tough
20 Nov 2017 | 02:37
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urw love @ladyg...
20 Nov 2017 | 03:24
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Awwn
20 Nov 2017 | 06:00
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Following
20 Nov 2017 | 06:23
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u really wan to kill ur child father u need to forgive him.
20 Nov 2017 | 06:47
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When blood is available for sacrifice, the gods are pleased to listen ?
20 Nov 2017 | 06:51
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ohhh... did yhu have to go dat far? thu osadele make yhu pass tru hell buh why cant yhu leav his sin to be judge by the gods... ride on @theprince
20 Nov 2017 | 07:36
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so she's not dead
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Getting more tough..
20 Nov 2017 | 08:44
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no p since you want him death
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Pele
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Wahala nbö o
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ADA ASABA – Episode 5 Awele stood in her hut watching her newborn baby twiddle on the mat. “I knew I conceived that night…” she paused and stepped back toward the door. Parting her raffia curtain she made sure her husband and his increasing guests were still together. Returning to her baby, she lay next to it on the mat. “I violated no law by the means through which I brought you into this world. If I lived in olden days, I would be congratulated for my actions. However, something troubles me about you Edozien,” she said to her baby. “Your eyes…the light in your eyes bothers me a lot. The beauty in your eyes…I have heard of it. It comes from old times. I worry a lot about those who might figure it out. Well, I have you now and that’s all that matters. I gave you the name Edozien because you have made all things perfect.” The baby smiled at her and punched its fists in the air. A bundle of joy dropped in Awele’s heart. She brought her mouth very close to the baby’s ear and whispered, “I don’t care how you came; what matters to me now is that you are here. I knew it that I was never a barren woman. Whatever made me wait this long has to do with my husband Osadebe. He may not want to admit it to me, but I have always known it that I am not a barren woman.” The baby giggled and made a happy sound. “I see you agree with me. That’s good. We are going to make a perfect team,” she said, playing with the baby’s hands. It kicked happily in the air and smiled. While she played with her baby, her thoughts strayed toward Chinedu. She had not seen him since the night he got her pregnant. She had had to battle the temptation of going to visit him a few more times for the unique experience she had that night. To her credit, she did well to battle off the invading thoughts which almost pushed her into visiting Chinedu for his sexual touches. “Let me see how you will react to this, Edozien. I owe a man a lot of thanks. I haven’t seen him since the night he did me a great favour. Seeing him is no small matter, but in my heart, I know that he deserves a big thank you. Should I send him a message to say thanks?” she asked her newborn baby. Much to her dismay, the baby smiled and brought its hands together as though it was making an attempt to clap. Its beautiful eyes also twinkled. Awele shrank back from the baby, looking a bit concerned. “The gods of Asaba, please tell me, is it possible that this baby understands me?” she asked in bewilderment. She had begun to talk to her baby playfully, but the baby’s responses to her words were too apt to be mere coincidence. “I have heard that babies like the sound of their mothers’ voices, this must be it.” The baby reacted much the same way once more. She drew closer and whispered to it, “I will take your happy responses for a yes. Tonight I will send a thank you message to your father.” At the mention of the word ‘father’, Edozien’s eyes twinkled once more, almost giving off a spark. “This is not normal,” Awele said to herself. This time she sounded really worried. Almost immediately Osadebe walked into the hut. “My love, people are asking to see you and the baby. I think it will be nice to have you come out with him just for a few minutes,” Osadebe said. “Okay my love.” As Awele picked up the baby from the mat, her thoughts were racing. The glow which had been in her eyes since her pregnancy seemed to be replaced with anxiety. Osadebe noticed it and asked, “My love, is everything okay? You look worried.” “I am ne. Maybe I haven’t had enough rest since I put to bed,” she lied. “You are right my love. I promise this will be the last time you will parade with our baby for today,” Osadebe said tenderly. What possibly could be wrong with what I have done? Kings of old did it gladly. The gods permit what I have done. It was the fourth Asagba, an evil, jealous king who slaughtered Odogwu Ozala and his kind. I must reach Chiedu to know what he might tell me. I need someone who knows more than I do to help me raise this child Ada Asaba princess Awele thought as she bore her child out of her hut Osadebe on his part did not take too seriously the change in his me raise this child, Ada Asaba, princess Awele thought as she bore her child out of her hut. Osadebe on his part did not take too seriously the change in his wife’s mood. He reasoned that she would return to her happy mood at the sound of praises from their numerous guests. By late night, Awele sent one of her personal guards to Chinedu’s house. Sadly for her, the guard returned with the news that Chinedu had not been seen in Asaba for many months. “When exactly was he seen last in Asaba?” Awele asked angrily. “No one knows for sure, princess,” replied the guard. “This is rubbish! How can a son of the soil go missing for this length of time and no one has reported his disappearance?! I want him found! Do whatever you can to find him! I want to know whether he is alive or dead!” “I will do so princess. I promise to get you word about his whereabouts in seven days.” “Seven days is too long for me. There are special concoctions I need him to prepare for me. Find him in three days.” “I will do my best princess.” “Good!” Awele said and stormed away. “Chinedu is on the run because of me. He does not trust me to keep his secret. Who else can help me now?” Awele asked herself as she returned to her hut. Rising Storm, September 1849 While the search for Chinedu dragged into months and eventually into a year and beyond, something Awele was not counting on happened. One morning she woke up to realize that she had taken in again. She was pregnant with another child. “How can this be? I thought only Chinedu can impregnate me. I am with child again and this time it is for Osadebe,” she wondered to herself. Leaving her baby with her nurses, she left to pay her seer a visit. “Why was I not told that I shall be able to have a child by Osadebe? If you had told me that I will be able to conceive a seed by Osadebe and bear him a child, I would have waited. Why did you send me to Chinedu, a great grandson of Odogwu Ozala?” “There are many things which we are not told by the gods, princess Awele. Also there are many things which we are shown and warned not to reveal…” “Did the gods show you that I will have a child by Osadebe or not?!” Awele barked. “The gods revealed to me at that time some things you don’t want to know my princess.” Awele was surprised to hear that. She took a sit in the grand shrine of the seer and asked, “What things are those? I want to know everything you know! Tell me everything right now!” The seer could sense danger. He could see death coming and so his hand was forced to reveal what he was not meant to just so he could save his life. “You should know that it was at a great price that Osadebe gained that much celebrated victory for Asaba. He sacrificed all his unborn children for the power with which he defeated our foes from Igala land…” he paused. Awele could not believe her ears. In shock she slipped off her seat and hit the floor with her hands over her mouth. The seer ran forward to help her to her feet. “Don’t touch me! Just continue with what you were saying!” she barked, kicking and punching the seer. “That great power with which Osadebe crushed Igala warriors came from Orimili…” “What!!! Did you just say Orimili, the evil half-human, half-spirit priest of the gods?!” “Yes, his power came from Orimili and he still has that power. You must be careful what you reveal to him about your son Edozien.” Awele lowered her head and thought hard about what she had just learnt. “Orimili is an unforgiving priest. If he took all my husband’s unborn children to give him that great power, how is it I am pregnant for him at the moment?” she asked. “His debt to Orimili has been paid in full. His masculine strength has been given back to him. Your husband has powerful friends in the land of the spirits. Right now he owes Orimili nothing. Amazingly, your husband does not know who paid his debt at Orimili’s shrine.” “Who paid his debt?” “I don’t know,” the seer lied. “Don’t lie to me! I have been lied to for too long! Who paid his debt?!” “I think Odogwu Ozala did.” Awele xed her gaze on the seer, looking utterly stunned. Her heart almost froze with shock. Stuttering, she asked, “How…how…how is this possible?” “It seems the gods wanted your son by Chinedu to be born in this time…” Amid her deep astonishment, Awele cried, “The gods played me! The gods played us all!” “Yes, the gods played us all. I realized it after you gave birth to your son Edozien. And there is more my princess…” Wiping her tears hurriedly, Awele asked, “What is it? What do you mean?” “The great dead tree in Odogwu Ozala’s ancient shrine has begun to sprout fresh new stalks…” “Oh no! That can’t be happening now!” “Sadly it is happening. I fear that once the knowledge comes into the ears of the Asagba and his chiefs, they will trace it to you. You are the only princess who recently gave birth and more so, one who had never given birth until now. My princess, it will not too be hard to figure out that you have given your bosom to a descendant of Odogwu Ozala. I fear even for myself. I helped you track down Chinedu. The only advantage we have is that it will be difficult to believe that there is still a descendant of Odogwu Ozala amongst us. That is hard to believe.” Awele stood to her feet, her face wrapped in an ominous frown. “Do not worry seer, I will stop the gods. I will play them just as thy played me. Where is Chinedu right now?” “He is hiding somewhere in Sapele. What are you planning, Awele?” “To stop the gods. I will kill both the child; Chinedu and everyone who has helped the gods to use me bring Edozien into this world.” “Do not do that! The gods will curse you!” “Let them try! I dare the gods!” STORY CONTINUES…
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ADA ASABA – Episode 6 True to her words, Awele wasted no time to make good her threats. By the third day after her meeting with the seer, she sent an assassin to Sapele to nd Chinedu and kill him. Her words to the assassin were clear. “Find Chinedu and kill him. He is in Sapele. Do not return to Asaba if he is not dead.” “I have killed kings, queens, princes and princesses. I have killed warriors and powerful chiefs too. An oaf such as Chinedu will be no problem for me. Would you want me to bring back any part of his body as proof that he is dead?” Awele thought about it and nodded vigorously. “Yes! Yes!” she said while she thought. “What part of his body should I bring back?” “Bring me his male organ and his tongue. I don’t want his head.” “You have asked for strange parts of the body princess Awele. Everyone demands the head of an enemy, why have you not asked for his head? Are you planning to use a son of the soil for a ritual? Don’t forget, the consequences are far too much,” the assassin warned. Taawai! Awele slapped him and barked, “You are talking to Ada Asaba! Don’t you ever forget that!” “I am sorry princes. I was only trying to protect you,” the assassin apologized. “I don’t need your protection. Awele can take care of herself. Now since you know better than I do, when you kill Chinedu, bring me his head and the other parts I mentioned earlier.” “I will do as you have asked, princess.” “You can take your leave now.” As soon as the assassin left, Awele invited one of her personal guards over to her royal hut, and left him with an assignment, “A man just left here. A man whose evil reputation precedes…” “Who is he?” “He is Ogolo, the slayer of the wicked. I want you to follow him. As soon as his task is done Sapele, kill him. You are no match for him. So you must make sure you do your job from afar.” “I know his weakness princess.” “Good! I am glad you do. What is his weakness?” “After each kill, he likes to unwind with slave girls for sex. When he starts, he doesn’t know how to stop…” “Hmmm! Then make sure he never wakes from the laps of any slave girl he picks for sex… Going by what I gathered from him, he is meant to be in possession of his victim’s body parts, you must bring those to me.” “I will surely do so princess.” “Thank you.” While Ogolo, the assassin, made his way to sapele, Awele continued her schemes to frustrate the gods and pay them back in their own coin. At the edge of River Niger, inside fishermen huts, Awele communed with bandits from Igala land. “In three days’ time I will pass through this way with my son to Onitsha. I want you to attack my entourage and I. You must kill almost all my security guards, maids, beat me up and most importantly take my son from me and kill him. While you attack us, you must make sure not to hit my stomach. I am with a child.” Awele said to the Igala bandits. They could not believe what they had heard. They looked at each other in disbelief wondering if they had heard right. “What you have asked us to do is an act of war! Asaba will rally all her friends and neighbours against us. Igala land will be obliterated in the ensuing war! We cannot do this princess,” said Ojoma, the leader of the bandits. “I am no fool, bandit! I have concluded arrangements to point accusing fingers at another. Neither my husband, Osadebe nor the Asagba of Asaba land, will find out you are behind the attack… Here is your money. I will pay you five thousand pieces of Ejema now and five after you have done the job.” “No princess, you will pay us eight thousand now and two thousand after we have done the job.” “No bandit, that arrangement favours you much more than it favours me. How do I know you will not run to Benin with the eight thousand Ejema and forfeit the remaining two thousand? To meet you half way, I will give you six thousand five hundred now and three thousand later.” Ojoma looked at his colleagues for approval or rejection of the offer. They nodded at Ojoma in the armative. “We will take the deal,” he said to princess Awele. She handed a pouch to Ojoma. “Now we have a deal. Here is five thousand Ejema,” she said. Quickly she counted out extra one thousand ve hundred pieces of Ejema and pushed the heap to Ojoma. Wasting no time, she thousand Ejema, she said. Quickly she counted out extra one thousand five hundred pieces of Ejema and pushed the heap to Ojoma. Wasting no time, she sprang to her feet, covered her face with a hood and made for the door. “Wait!” she whispered and stopped at the door. Swiftly she turned around to face Ojoma and his team of bandits. “Don’t forget, our deal is in three days’ time, by mid-morning,” she said. “Don’t worry princess; we will be waiting for you and your entourage. You have no reason to doubt us. This is what we do for a living,” Ojoma assured her. “Please remember, I am pregnant with another baby; a boy, he is the one whom the gods favour. Edozien has to die for him to reign. If I get rather too rough handled heads will roll. Keep that in my when you attack my entourage and I,” Awele said and let herself out of the hut. Ojoma stood up shortly after Awele left and followed her some distance back home. The others used a door at the back of the hut and went in different directions. As they meandered through the cluster of huts strewn on the bank of River Niger, they watched their backs carefully, making sure they were not being followed. About an hour later they reconvened in a hut on the Onitsha side of the River Niger. “Was she alone Ojoma,” they asked him. “She was alone. This is a genuine offer. I hope you know what this means?” Ojoma asked his colleagues. “She has handed her life to us. We should take revenge for what Asaba did to us in the last war!” they said to him. “Yes, but we have to do it differently. The princess must not be harmed. As for the rest, they must die!” “No Ojoma, the princess and the baby in her womb should die too!” they said to him. “The death of the princess and the others with her will lead to another war! Use your heads! Thousands will die! Innocent lives will be lost! No one is going to touch princess Awele. Igala is not ready for another war!” Ojoma snarled at his colleagues. “But we can kill both prince Edozien and the unborn prince! That should be a blow to Asaba!” they said to Ojoma him stubbornly. Ojoma who stood like a tower over his fellow bandits smiled thoughtfully and whispered, “Okay, maybe we should do that also. However, the princess must survive the attack as planned.” Sapele September 1849 “Is it time to take the life of my unborn child and mine to destroy Osadebe?” Isioma asked. “That is not why I sent for you. And my answer to that question is no,” replied a plain-faced Anyeke. “So why am I here?” “While I was preparing the ritual which would have required the blood of your unborn child and yours, I discovered something you will find very interesting,” Anyaeke said smiling. Isioma smiled in spite of herself. “What have you discovered wise one?” “A storm is gathering in Asaba, in the midst of it, the gods will give you a spear with which you will destroy your foes. You must leave for Asaba now and settle near Onitsha. I see the gods handing you a spear, a mighty spear. With that spear none of your enemies shall have power where you are. Osadebe will be no match for you.” “This must be very true seeing how much you believe it yourself.” “I am Anyaeke, I don’t have room for child’s play. I do not only believe what I was told about the spear, I have seen it also. You must leave now. I don’t need the blood of your unborn child nor yours to help you.” “Thank you wise one.” STORY CONTINUES…
20 Nov 2017 | 17:15
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20 Nov 2017 | 17:20
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This thing might backfire especially the one of her son
20 Nov 2017 | 17:29
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Igala land kwa! Anyways, princess this ur plans e fit backfire o
20 Nov 2017 | 17:54
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Going well
21 Nov 2017 | 03:48
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getting more intense
21 Nov 2017 | 04:42
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Prblm dey ooooo
21 Nov 2017 | 04:43
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yeeii this is [b]Sad[/b]eous Isioma take it easy nau!
21 Nov 2017 | 07:09
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this your plan's no go wek
21 Nov 2017 | 07:33
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interesting
21 Nov 2017 | 08:06
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hmm.....
21 Nov 2017 | 08:39
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War is coming...
21 Nov 2017 | 10:01
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Awele is a bitch
21 Nov 2017 | 10:06
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let see d battle
21 Nov 2017 | 10:12
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More interesting..
21 Nov 2017 | 11:19
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Nyc
21 Nov 2017 | 11:21
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continue
21 Nov 2017 | 13:31
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The princess is taking a bold step just to save her self and that of osadebe but will this goes as planned Feed me more pls
21 Nov 2017 | 14:00
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Hmmm
21 Nov 2017 | 14:00
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ADA ASABA – Episode 7 Asaba, mid-September 1849 Amongst the huts strewn on the dusty, dry road to Onitsha, just before the muddy River Niger comes into view, Isioma found herself a shack to call home. With just six pieces of Ejema, she paid for it and had it cleaned up. This was an agrarian age, and having severed all her ties to servitude and back-breaking hard labour in her master’s farm, the only way to find a means of livelihood was to acquire a piece of land to cultivate. And this she did. Prostitution had crossed her mind, but going by what she had suffered in Osadebe’s hand, having sex with any man who would not always be around to cherish and love her, would make her go bunkers. “I want true love and not some unfaithful men cursed with unquenchable sexual desire,” she said to herself after thinking through her options. She didn’t know how soon she would have to work her land before she would find the ‘spear of the gods’ which Anyaeke had spoken about, but she was willing to wait. “I will wait no matter how long it takes. Waiting kills no one. I have borne mind-bending pain, to endure till I find that spear will do me no harm,” she mumbled to herself as she pranced about the compound on which her hut stood. Carefully she handled her over-sized pregnancy which often gave the impression it would drop to the ground of its own accord. As the gathering darkness over Asaba took its last shape, Osadebe was busy celebrating the birth of Edozien. Besides the birth of his son, he had much more reason to celebrate. The restoration of his male strength was for him a new lease of life. Add the fact that Awele was pregnant with their second child and you could tell the man was over the moon with excitement. Sadly, what he could not see coming was the calamity his wife’s rage would bring on him and on the land. In Sapele, Ogolo, the Assassin sent by Awele to kill Chinedu, sniffed through the land like a hound dog looking for Chiedu. On Ogolo’s heel was the royal guard sent also by Awele to kill and dispossess the assassin of Chinedu’s body parts. The night Ogolo was to strike, Chinedu was in a whore house spending his legendary strength in-between the legs of a young, surreally beautiful Benin prostitute. He worked the Benin prostitute worn and dizzy for his money worth till late night. Spent and unable to perform any longer, Chinedu dragged himself away from the prostitute who tethered on the edge of hysteria as a result of his brutal style of love making. The young girl was happy that it was finally over. Groping around the dark shack, Chinedu found his clothes, slipped into them and sauntered into the dark night. In a corner of the street death waited. Ogolo had chosen his weapon thoughtfully; and he chose a weapon he had a mastery in its use – a razor sharp machete. Patiently, Ogolo waited, his hand firmly on the machete. His intention was to strike Chinedu at the nape of his neck, swiftly sinking his wide through his neck and giving him no chance to even utter a faint cry. Some distance away from the unfolding horror, the royal guard watched. He knew that Ogolo was going to kill a man but he did not know who. There was no telling what he would do if he found out the target was Chinedu. The night must have seen what was about to happen; as Chinedu drew closer to what was to be his final destination, the night grew darker. “If I was drunk, I would have perhaps said my eyes are playing tricks on me. Is it possible the night just got dark?” Chinedu asked himself, wondering aloud. The sound of breaking twigs in a corner near him made his heart to leap in fear. Sensing evil was around the corner, he bolted off in fear. When he drew closer to the spot where the royal guard hid, the guard was shocked to see that Chinedu was the target. Behind Chinedu, Ogolo stealthily made his move. “Why does the princess want this man dead? He is a peaceful man!” the royal guard exclaimed in absolute shock. His immediate thought was to save Chinedu and ask questions later. Sadly, before his instinct would kick in, he saw Chinedu fall to the ground and began to writhe horrifyingly. Ogolo had struck swiftly and sent the last known seed of Odogwu Ozala to hell. The royal guard squatted to the ground and cried silently. While he mourned his fallen kinsman, Ogolo dismembered the twitching body of Chinedu and left with the body parts Awele had asked for. The rest of Chinedu’s remains he left behind for the wild beasts that roam the night. Having secured the price which brought him to Sapele, Ogolo made his way to his rented shack. On his way, he stopped a whore house to pick a lady to service his depraved craving for the night. Patiently the royal guard followed him. Awele thought through her plans and against her deep motherly devotion for Edozien, decided to go through with her plans. The most encouraging force pushing her to end Edozien’s life was the fact that she was pregnant with another baby; a baby the seer had told her was male. Besides her facade of claiming the gods used her, Awele’s underlying reason for the heinous crimes she had begun to commit was the desire to right her wrongs. She desperately wanted to clean the slate of her past and wipe the record of sleeping with another man and conceiving a seed by him. She reasoned that since Osadebe had regained his masculine strength and could give her as much babies as she wanted, there was no need keeping Edozien around and leaving his father who shared her secret alive too. Sadly the foolish, wicked princess forgot that a man might successfully sleep with a lady in secret and cover it, however, when the lady becomes pregnant, that which was done in secret becomes a common knowledge. While Awele worked hard to pay back the gods and to cover up her adulterous act, the ancient shrine of Odogwu Ozala slowly continued to come alive. On the day Awele was to end her son’s life as she had planned with the bandits from Igala, she set out on the road to Onitsha; pretending she was going to celebrate with her fellow princess across the River Niger, Amaka the daughter of the Obi of Onitsha. As was expected, deep into their journey, the Igala bandits attacked. Awele was expecting the attack, but when it came it was like nothing she had imagined. Spurred on by the horror and carnage Osadebe had unleashed on the people of Igala in the last war between them and Asaba, the bandits attacked with venom. Their large number was the first thing which horrified Awele. Her plan was for them to keep it small and clandestine. However attacking with that large number gave the impression that it was rather war. As the custom was back then, both princes and princesses were trained in the art of combat. Awele’s combat instincts kicked in in spite of the fact that she was the architect of the slaughter in progress. All around her heads were falling off. Both royal guards and maids were being killed like ants. There was simply no means to escape. It was in this moment that Awele realized she had gone too far. Picking up the machete and shield of a fallen royal guard, Awele pressed forward like a whirlwind. In just a few minutes, the ground around her feet was decorated with the decapitated and mangled bodies of seven bandits. Fear spread through the bandits. Ojoma was left wondering what the princess was doing. Staring at his fellow blood thirsty bandits, he asked, “What has come over her?” “Let’s kill her and the others,” a muffled voice close by suggested. “No, stick to the plan!” Ojoma barked, but it was too late. The bandits had always wanted to kill Awele, Edozien, her unborn baby and all who were with her. They found a perfect excuse in the turn of events and seized it in spite of Ojoma’s instruction not to touch Awele. As soon as the bandits regrouped and surged forward, Awele raised a battle cry. The sight of her delicately balancing her pregnancy and holding a shield and machete expertly was just the shot in the arm the royal guards needed. They rallied around Awele and engaged the bandits as a strong unit. This was a battle strategy introduced in the siege against by Osadebe. Beside Awele and the royal guards, terrified royal maids clustered around Edozien, shielding him with their bodies. In a farm nearby, Isioma and the men working for her heard the tumultuous sound of battle and made a run for cover. A few brave farmers chose to go and witness what they were certain was a battle. When they confirmed it indeed was some sort of secret battle, they tried to run back home to alert the Asagba. Amongst the three of them who went to see what the tumultuous sound was, two were instantly killed by spears. Thankfully one managed to escape. As he ran back home, he screamed at the top of his voice. Surely Awele’s plans had come to naught, but you never can tell. STORY CONTINUES…
22 Nov 2017 | 03:22
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22 Nov 2017 | 03:25
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Awele has gone mad... and maybe here is the change the gods have for Isioma
22 Nov 2017 | 05:34
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I knew this plan will backfire when it comes to killing ur son
22 Nov 2017 | 09:10
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Continue o
22 Nov 2017 | 09:10
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Plan failed - Hahahaha! Awele in trouble nothing more. Her claim that the gods used her, and now she's decided to "right her wrong". U want to cover ur sins? How possible? Kikikiki (laughing in my @ladyg 's voice).
22 Nov 2017 | 09:55
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That was ur plan... So why are u scared or are u expecting them to kill ur guards without seriousness
22 Nov 2017 | 10:58
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Mmmm nawa o, see d gods see politics, hmmm my dear @fridex dat laf will cost u smtin o, Ada Asaba see u see motorcycle naa, u don enter gbege b dat.
22 Nov 2017 | 11:28
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let see weather her plan will fail.
22 Nov 2017 | 14:48
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nice story
22 Nov 2017 | 15:24
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well let wait
22 Nov 2017 | 15:36
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This is really bad really really bad
22 Nov 2017 | 15:54
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Mission failed...
22 Nov 2017 | 16:01
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Edozien is the 'spear of the gods' to Isioma
22 Nov 2017 | 16:16
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Habaaaa! My @ladyg u will still collect money? Shebi I be ur friend na...
22 Nov 2017 | 17:35
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Ok, jst 4 old time sake i will nt collect again o. @fridex my guy.
22 Nov 2017 | 17:44
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Chail,stupidility at its peak
23 Nov 2017 | 00:33
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ADA ASABA – Episode 8 Ogolo the assassin was true to his character. As soon as he arrived at his rented hut, he asked his female companion to let herself into the hut while he went to hide Chinedu’s body parts. Before he set out to kill Chinedu, he had built with mud some place at the back of the hut to store the human parts till the next day. Done hiding Chinedu’s body parts, he made straight to what served as a bathroom and had a hurried bath. He could not wait to give expression to the depraved desire raging in-between his legs. Inside, the prostitute waited for him with as much bent desire as he had. Outside the royal guard patiently waited. Having seen where Ogolo hid Chinedu’s body parts, all he needed to do was to wait for Ogolo to get into the act of bedding the slut inside. Ogolo was so degenerate that when he was in the act of having sex, he would not stop even if the house he was in was burning down. The royal guard was counting on this. Still sorrowful over the demise of Chinedu, the royal guard went to the place where Ogolo tucked in Chinedu’s body parts and put them into his raffia bag. Stepping a bit far from the hut, he began to make incantations to fortify himself. Done and satisfied with the incantations, he drew closer to the hut and listened as the moaning from Ogolo and the prostitute slowly rose to a crescendo. That was his cue; Ogolo had reached the point of no return. Until he was done, there was no stopping for him. The royal guard lit a potent charm and threw it into the hut. As it burned, it emitted a very poisonous smoke. The royal guard was expecting the prostitute to run out first, he was certain Ogolo would follow her in a haste to finish what he had started. It worked just as the royal guard planned it. After a few terrible coughs, the prostitute broke free from Ogolo and ran out of the hut before slumping to the ground. Behind her, Ogolo followed, ignoring the obvious danger. His senses were only alive to the pulsating sensation in-between his legs. Ogolo was about to mount the weakened prostitute yet again when he spotted a huge warrior brandishing a machete. The charm had not had as much effect on him as it did on the prostitute. He made a late effort to run into the hut and fetch his machete, but the royal guard gave him no such chance. From behind he plunged his poisoned machete into Ogolo, pulled it out quickly and sent a blow into his right shoulder. The attack carved his shoulder wide open, making it impossible for Ogolo to fight back. With one hand Ogolo held his stomach to keep his intestines from busting out. Having become harmless against his attacker, he began to make incantations, summoning the spirits which watched over him. The royal guard would have none of that. He sent multiple machete blows to Ogolo’s head, neck, hands and thigh. Like a tree disconnected from its roots, Ogolo hit the ground as blood spurted from all over his body. On the ground where she lay, the prostitute watched on helplessly as her customer was rapidly sent to hell. The smoking poison had shut all her muscles down leaving her momentarily paralyzed. Though Ogolo was in the throes of death, yet his lips moved. With one more brutal blow, the royal guard severed his head from his neck, and then proceeded to remove his tongue and private part just as he did to Chinedu. The royal guard had a plan. He knew he could not bring Awele to book for her crime, but mixing Chinedu’s head with Ogolo’s private part and tongue would surely have things in a mess for Awele when she would use them for whatever ritual she intended for. Carefully, he packaged the human body parts the way he wanted, and wandered into the nearby bush to bury Chinedu’s tongue and private part. When he returned, he dragged the prostitute back into the hut. He had no use for her and did not want to stain his hands with innocent blood. That same night, he set out for Asaba. The prostitute would recover by morning. In the battle between the Igala bandits and Awele and her royal guards, the tide swung in Awele’s favour. Her royal guards were trained for war and many of them had seen one or two battles. Those Igala bandits were not at the same level with them. They were just what they were – bandits. Besides the knowledge of battle which tilted events in favour of the royal guards, something from the domain of the spirits took possession of Awele and turned her into a killing machine. She alone killed half of the bandits. The number of the dead on both sides was too numerous. The ground, trees and grass on that road to Onitsha were all soaked with blood, fresh human blood. By the time Osadebe and an army of Asaba warriors arrived, the few surviving bandits had fled. However Ojoma was not amongst the lucky few ones who escaped. Awele had attacked her with the intent to kill and made sure the ground sucked his blood on that dusty road. She had feared that he might divulge what he knew seeing how events had turned against their plans. When the spirit which took hold of Awele left her, she went into shock, convulsing like a child. Straight from the battle ground, she was rushed to the shrine of the seer for immediate attention. Osadebe went berserk when he realized that his son was missing. A thorough search of the battle ground and the nearby bushes produced no trace of him. Almost all the wounded or dead royal guards and maids were found that day, but no trace of Edozien was found. Like a wisp dust caught in the wind, he left no trace behind. From being a happy father whom the gods had blessed with a son and a pregnant wife, Osadebe stared down the barrel of childlessness once again. Edozien was gone and Awele was in a shock. She may not only lose her baby, but might die in the shock. The narrative amongst the people of Asaba concerning the missing prince, Edozien, was that those few bandits who escaped had left with him. Hunters and their dogs, native doctors and their charms were all deployed to find the missing boy. Warriors tracked the escapee bandits from Asaba into Onitsha and as far as Obosi. All of them were rounded up and yet there was no sign of Edozien. Arrow of the gods in the heat of the battle, there was much melee. A few brave royal maids would pick up Edozien to run off with him only to drop dead after running for a short distance. The bandits wanted the boy dead and had to press fiercely against the maids to kill the boy. However there was a maid who bolted off with Edozien and would not stop running through the bush. Three bandits intent on seeing the boy’s life snuffed out had given her a longer chase. Though the maid knew the bushes and farmlands inside out, her chance of escaping with the boy was minimal because she could not run as fast as she could while carrying Edozien. To fool her pursuers, she tasked her legs and managed to put some distance between herself and the bandits. Inside one of the man-made caves in the bush, she dropped Edozien, removed his clothes and ran off with the clothes pretending she was still carrying the boy. When the bandits saw her running with Edozien’s clothes in her hands, they concluded she still had the boy. Determined to kill her and the boy in her hand, they gave her another round of hot chase. In the chase, the maid unfortunately fell into a ditch. To the bandits there was no way the maid could have survived the fall, and so they left. In the cave where the maid had left Edozien, someone was hiding there. So when the boy began to cry and tried to leave the cave, she grabbed him and covered his mouth. Her act was nothing more than maternal instinct loading into operation voluntarily. She could not bear to see the boy killed. While she held Edozien to her big, overdue pregnancy, Isioma heard a sound from behind her. Startled, she swung around with one arm raised in defense. The noise had come from a non-terrestrial intelligence; a spiritual being was standing right behind her. “The child in your hand is the arrow Anyaeke told you about,” the spirit said. Isioma looked at the child in shock. She had actually been expecting to find an actual arrow. “You must leave now, cross the river and raise the boy as yours in any of the lands beyond Onitsha.” “I cannot do that, spirit one. I am heavily pregnant and can’t travel to such a far place alone,” said Isioma. “I will help you child. You should have had your baby long ago, but the curse placed on you by one of your old slave masters has hindered you. Now that curse is broken, by this time tomorrow, you shall give birth to your baby in Awka.” “So I am going to Awka? How will I get there?” “I said I will help you Isioma.” “If I may ask, spirit one, who is this child?” “You will find out in due time.” Stepping forward, the spirit touched Isioma on the forehead and in a ash she, Edozien and the spirit were standing by a bush track in Amawbia Awka. Right while she watched, the spirit transformed itself into a man. “Follow me,” he said. “I have a home for you, it contains all you had back in Asaba and will need here. Once in a while I will visit you to provide what you need,” he concluded as they walked. STORY CONTINUES…
23 Nov 2017 | 00:43
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hmmmmm God is not a man
23 Nov 2017 | 00:50
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ADA ASABA – Episode 9 The royal guard returned to Asaba only to hear of the events which had left it devastated. Prince Edozien was missing, the gods would not reveal his whereabouts and Awele was very sick. In his heart he felt strongly that things were not as he was told. Since the night he saw Chinedu killed, he had seen two night visions. Somehow in his heart he felt that the death of Chinedu was connected to the attack on princess Awele and her son Edozien. The royal guard figured that Awele knew something no other person was privy to. Many a time he wanted to confide in one or two chiefs, but he feared that he would be betrayed. Since Awele was in no condition to receive the human body parts he returned with from Sapele, he decided to go bury them under a muddy stream, and marked the spot where he buried them. While the captured bandits were quizzed and tortured for information, the royal guard watched and listened to their confessions attentively, hoping he would hear a piece of information which would help him make sense of the whole puzzle. As days dragged into weeks, the royal guard continued to ask himself, “Why did Awele hire Ogolo to kill Chinedu and then sent me to kill Ogolo? What is she hiding?” When his probing at the shrine of native doctors in nearby town became too risky for him, he stopped. Daily he listened for any useful tip the bandits could reveal. Sadly for Asaba and all who wanted immediate action against those who attacked the princess and her royal entourage, the warriors quizzing the captured bandits discovered that the bandits were not all from Igala, some of them were outlaws from Aro Ndizuogu, Owerri, Egbema, Benin and even Sapele. Ojoma, the leader of the bandits had done his job well. He had feared that using only bandits from Igala might lead to another war in the event of their mission failing and some of them getting caught. Though he had died in the battle, but his wisdom stopped another war and saved many lives. Since the Bandits were not from one land and did not know who sent them to attack the princess and the reason for the attack, the angry Asagba of Asaba met with his council of chiefs and they agreed to slaughter all the bandits at the site of the attack on Princess Awele. Two days after the captured bandits were slaughtered, princess Awele miraculously recovered. This was considered an act of the gods. It gave a sorrowful Asaba reason to rejoice, though on a low key. From the day prince Edozien disappeared from Asaba, the shrine of Odowgwu Ozala began to die slowly once again. The recovery of the princess also coincided with the total degeneration of the reviving shrine of Odogwu Ozala. Word had begun to spread through Asaba that the ancient shrine might be making a comeback. There was no telling why the shrine seemed to be coming alive after hundreds of years of being dead. The Asagba was worried and so were his chiefs. Sadly for them there was no one who had the answers they sought. So after it was discovered that the shrine had withered to almost nothing overnight, the frayed nerves in the palace of the king calmed. Awele was elated to discover after her recovery that her secret was not found out. When she was told that Edozien never made it out of the attack, she concluded that he must have been taken away and killed. It hurt her deeply that the boy was no more and it somewhat pleased her immensely that her secret would never be found out. Only one thing remained, to find out if Chinedu was alive or dead. The royal guard she sent to kill Ogolo had become withdrawn from national life for what he saw as clandestine evil practices by those in the royal family against the people of the land. In a silent protest to that, he relocated his family from the heart of Asaba to Igbuzo, his maternal home. Awele was eager to know what happened back in Sapele, and when she could not find the royal guard at the palace and at her husband’s house, she began to search for his whereabouts. When she finally heard he had moved to Igbuzo, she went by night to find him. The moment Awele saw him; she knew something was not right. The eyes of the royal guard who once adored her were full of disdain. He spoke tacitly and could not wait to leave her presence. Though Awele was happy to hear that the man she sent Ogolo to kill was dead, yet she left with so much concern on her mind. When she asked the guard the reason he left Asaba for Igbuzo, she could see that he was lying. His answer that he left because of the threat of another war was to Awele stupid and puerile. As it was back then, if Asaba went to war, Igbuzo would go to war with her. They were brothers and fought on each other’s side. Awele returned to Asaba that night thinking, if I don’t destroy this guard, he will destroy me. First she had to go to the location he gave her to find Chinedu’s body parts. That same night she removed the body parts and deposited them at the shrine of the seer, her partner in crime. “You are indeed a lioness. Like you said, you have stopped the gods and beat them in their own game!” the seer praised her. “I told you I would dare the gods…” she gloated. “Seer, I have a problem. I fear that my work is not yet fully done,” she said with the look of worry on her face. “How can you say that? The shrine of Odogwu Ozala has withered to nothing, which means that Edozien is dead. Chinedu is also dead. What more can you ask?” “Seer, the guard who killed Ogolo and brought me Chinedu’s head and other body parts knows something. I don’t know how much he knows but he knows something. I am worried.” “No, you will not be the proverbial crab who swam oceans and rivers only to drown in an old woman’s soup pot. Give me the guard’s name and I will take care of him tonight. You have beaten the gods, who is this guard to you? Give me his name!” “His name is Odita, the son of Kachukwu.” “Go home princess, your work is done. The guard will not wake to see the sun by morning.” Awele scurried home before the sleeping spell she put on Osadebe would wear out. That same night, the seer summoned the soul of the royal guard and stabbed him to death. He was found dead in the morning with his mouth full of blood. Awele had prevailed as it may seem. Her plans had worked as she designed them, and her second pregnancy was doing ne. She would soon give Osadebe a second son which would wipe away his sorrows. However, when the gods want to kill a man, they give him a stubborn heart. In the nether part of Asaba, the royal maid who hid Edozien in a cave before she fell into a ditch had long been found and was recovering well. The seer did not know this and neither did Awele. The medicine man who found her and was also treating her had been warned in his dream to speak to no one about the maid. Edozien’s clothes were also found beside the maid, and this had so much signicance. Her story could prove that Edozien was alive somewhere. If this were to come in the open, it would cause a great stir. In Amawbia, Isioma weaved her way into the way and life of the people of Awka. Out there, new male admirers were falling over each other to help her. Just as she was told, the day after she arrived in Amawbia, she put to bed a baby boy. He was the carbon copy of his father, Osadebe. Back in Asaba the moment the child was born, Osadebe saw it. It was evening as the spirit had said, and Osadebe was napping at the foot of a pear tree in his compound when Isioma popped out the baby boy. Osadebe snapped out of his sleep breathing heavily. He was afraid and confused. “But I was told the slave girl is dead!” he wondered aloud. “They lied to me! I was lied to! If not, what then does this vision mean? The slave girl has given birth to my seed.” He sprang from the mat on which he lay and ran into his hut. In a jiffy he came out dressed and left for Ubulubu to see Orimili – a three days journey. Awele was at the back of her maids’ hut when Osadebe snapped out of his sleep and began to talk to himself. She had heard some of his words. “What is my husband talking about? Does he have a secret slave concubine? What does he mean by ‘the slave girl has given birth to my seed?’ I have to ask the seer about this.” She too left to speak with the seer. STORY CONTINUES…
23 Nov 2017 | 00:59
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23 Nov 2017 | 01:00
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Dat ws a stupid plan
23 Nov 2017 | 01:31
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Hmmmm... This story is full of many conspiracy o, every heart is just full of evil.
23 Nov 2017 | 02:54
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Hmm things turning round table o
23 Nov 2017 | 03:20
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Yawa go dey
23 Nov 2017 | 03:49
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this misery
23 Nov 2017 | 04:11
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interested
23 Nov 2017 | 04:31
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hmm Awele think she could play the gods.... little did she know she was even sealing the plans
23 Nov 2017 | 04:41
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Hmm things are getting complicated for them
23 Nov 2017 | 05:34
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Continue
23 Nov 2017 | 05:35
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hmm.... it daam interesting
23 Nov 2017 | 06:52
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More interesting
23 Nov 2017 | 09:04
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Hmmm
23 Nov 2017 | 10:23
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Interesting, really interesting
23 Nov 2017 | 12:07
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There is a lot of problem in their lives No peace for bad people
23 Nov 2017 | 12:07
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ADA ASABA – Episode 10 “I have seen a worrying sight, Orimili,” Osadebe said. On the ground where he sat, he cut the look of a man forsaken by his gods. “I don’t know what you have seen, but I smell trouble…”Orimili who was standing in the middle of his river said. This time for some reason he would not step out of the river. “After you returned my male strength, I tried it on a virgin slave girl… I could not figure out how my wife, Awele got pregnant by my hand while you still had my loins locked…” he paused. Orimili who could see clearly the schemes of the gods and how Awele got pregnant, smiled wryly. “Go ahead, I want to hear all you have to say,” Orimili goaded him on. “I did not mean to cheat the princess. You know how she got pregnant by my hand is still a mystery to me…unless you lied to me about my male strength…” he starred Orimili in the eye for any clues. “Your quest is about the slave girl, is it not?” “It sure is. I want to know if what I saw is true.” “You haven’t told me what you saw Osadebe.” “This slave girl, after a few times of trying out my male vigour on her, got pregnant for me. Then I did something I am not proud of right now…I sent my men to kill her by night. I did not want the Asagba to find out another lady, other than his daughter was pregnant with my child. As I speak, somehow it seems the slave girl is still alive.” “How do you mean?” “Two days ago, I saw her give birth to my child in a strange land. I don’t understand how this can be possible! I believe my men killed her. I heard report of the attack on her from Onitsha Ugbo. I have come to seek the meaning of my vision. Is the slave girl alive indeed?” “Your vision is nothing more than a harbinger of some evil which is about to come your way. You know tradition and yet you killed a woman pregnant with your child. I need not tell you the magnitude of the curse which your evil act carries. This slave girl whom you killed is dead in deed. However in the spirit, the male child who died with her has been born. Its birth is the birth of your downfall. The curse laid upon you by the slave girl has begun. You must seek the gods while you may and appease them while they can be appeased,” Orimili lied to him, mixing truth with lies. He would not tell him the whole truth because the gods forbade him. Osadebe was never to find out that Isioma was alive and was with his two sons. “Tell me, great seer, how may I appease the gods?” “You took a life, and that a pregnant woman. You know that blood always calls for blood…” “Blood? What sort of blood? I have no blood to give!” “Yes you do! Things have changed in the spirit, now Awele’s blood can be given. The blood of your siblings will be accepted. Even the blood of your unborn child will do. Choose which blood to give and the gods will wipe off the charges against you.” “What have I done?! Orimili there must be another way out of this! I cannot offer any of the blood you have asked me to give.” “Hmmm! You always want the easy way out. Give me three days to seek the face of the gods. Perhaps they will show me what else you will give if that is possible.” Osadebe was relieved to hear that. He paid Orimili handsomely for his service and left for Asaba. On his way home he could not stop thinking about why the gods who wouldn’t touch Awele some time ago, would suddenly accept her blood if it was offered to them. “I fear that Orimili may not have told me all he knows. Surely he has kept some truth from me. Only the fool is told that the okwe (dice) is seven in number and he puts it into his pocket without counting to know if that is true. I have to speak to another seer!” At Asaba Awele consulted her seer, but this time things were different. “I heard him say ‘the slave girl has given birth to my seed’. It was a vision he saw. He snapped out of his sleep and began to talk to himself. You should have seen his face,” explained Awele. While she spoke the seer consulted with the spirits. He could see so much which suggested that the gods were at work. His vision was strange and murky. More so, they scared him. “Hmmm! It is the gods who tell me the things which I reveal to you. The concubine you spoke of, I see her as dead person yet she has a child…I do not know how this is possible…” the seer said wondering what the meaning of what he saw was “The dead do not give birth Is it possible that this concubine is a spiritual wife?” Awele the seer said, wondering what the meaning of what he saw was. The dead do not give birth. Is it possible that this concubine is a spiritual wife? Awele asked. “Aha! Maybe she is! I will look into that area.” He threw his cowries on the floor and studied them carefully. Awele held her breath, desperately waiting for him to tell her she was indeed a spiritual wife. She wouldn’t mind sharing her husband with a spiritual wife; however, a living concubine was unacceptable. “I see this concubine in an embrace with death. She is dead and so also her child. However I see semblance of life. I see also that your husband is in confusion about this.” “Then this concubine must be a spiritual wife,” Awele concluded. “She is not just a spiritual wife, she is much more. I do not see love between her and Osadebe. Rather I see bitterness.” “Hmmm! Bitterness? Should I appease her then with a sacrifice?” “No Awele. You must do nothing, this one is different. I see a long, sharp arrow in her hands. This person, whatever she is, spirit or human, must be left alone.” “Since there is no love between her and Osadebe, I suppose I have nothing to worry about.” “Yes, you don’t. However, you must do nothing from henceforth to anger the arrow bearer. I am afraid of her and I don’t know why.” “Speak not in that manner seer. When you do, I lose courage. I have conquered the mighty and prevailed over the gods, shall this concubine then put me to flight?” “Certainly not, but you must understand that every devourer has that which devours it. I fear this concubine who is dead and yet alive. In my many years of serving the gods, I have not seen such a confusing vision before.” “When the gods hide a thing, it is for a purpose. I have made my mistakes once; I will not make them again. Let the secret of the gods be with the gods, I will not seek to search them out.” “Wise words princess. You have spoken wise words. Do what you have said and it shall be well with you. ” When Awele left, she was relieved. It pleased her to hear that whoever gave birth to a child for her husband was either dead or was a spirit. The seer on the other hand began to probe deeper into the matter. He was afraid by some things he had seen. While he searched the matter, his eyes began to bleed. When he stood to his feet to wipe off the blood, he collapsed to the ground and a thick dark cloud settled over him. In Awka, Edozien continued to grow under the watchful eyes of the gods and Odogwu Ozala. During the night, the young boy would be trained by spirits in the art of war. At first Isioma was worried by what she saw at night. The sight of Edozien groaning, punching and kicking the air gave her much concern. When the spirit which brought her to Awka explained to her that it was part of his life and destiny to be trained in that manner for the dark days ahead of him, she quit fretting over the boy losing his life in his sleep. However, some nights, she still kept awake to wipe blood from his mouth and appeal to the gods to take it easy with the boy. Every new day, before the crack of dawn, all the wounds Edozien often sustained in the night during his dreamy training would vanish. By this time, a new king had risen over Igala land and set his heart on the conquest of all the lands near them, especially lands considered enemy lands. Top on that list was Asaba. Like whispers in the night, rumours of his intentions reached the ears of the Asagba in Asaba. STORY CONTINUES…
23 Nov 2017 | 16:55
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23 Nov 2017 | 17:14
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You are doing a mighty work here @the_writer! Next pls
23 Nov 2017 | 21:31
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next
23 Nov 2017 | 22:54
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The spirits training the young boy in his sleep!, he is going to be unstopable in war!
24 Nov 2017 | 02:01
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Wao.. Next please
24 Nov 2017 | 02:11
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hmm so much problems
24 Nov 2017 | 05:03
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abeg..continue
24 Nov 2017 | 05:59
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Nice
24 Nov 2017 | 06:34
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Continue o jare
24 Nov 2017 | 08:59
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Getting more interesting
24 Nov 2017 | 10:38
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hmm... awele i think it that time both ur generation and ur fourfather generation are abt to wipe off in the land of asaba
24 Nov 2017 | 11:01
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Hmmmmm
24 Nov 2017 | 15:41
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ADA ASABA – Episode 11 Osadebe’s search for answers led him to Isele Mkpitime and brought him to the shrine of Agamevu, the legendary second son of Duduyoyo, who did all he could to excel at the things his father failed in. It was rumoured that for power Agamevu wrestled with spirits for twenty days and nights without food or water at Ikenegbu, the place of his mother’s birth. At the end of his gruesome duel with those spirits, the power he sought was given to him. From the day Agamevu returned to Isele Mkpitime, he made it clear that his services were for the rich and powerful. Only Orimili could go as far Agamevu went in the spirit, and saw what Agamevu could see in the spirit. He sat before gods and negotiated life and death, and in collaboration with the gods he decided the fate of slaves and the freeborn. Agamevu was amongst the favourite messengers of the gods. Some even said he was the most favoured, his eyes searched the spirit world like beams of hydrogen light and revealed even the secrets in the minds of the gods. His mother was born in the middle of Abadaba River and on the day of her death she returned to the river and her body was swallowed by it. As was his custom, twenty pieces of Ejema must first be dropped into a large water pot in front of his shrine before anyone would proceed to seek his services. When Osadebe reached the pot, he did as he was required to do. As soon as the last piece of the Ejema from his hand hit the bottom of the clay water pot, Agamevu began to make known what he had already seen about Osadebe. “You are a great warrior who loves his land. For the love of your land you gave up your pride as a man. You gave to Orimili my esteemed colleague your strength as a man. For years bareness ruled in your house and shame covered your head in the public place. At night you labored greatly only to plant your sterile seed in a fertile ground. Though the ground was good, yet it could bear you no fruit because your seed was dead. However when your wife, the princess, helped the amazons of old reclaim their long lost stronghold, your debts at the shrine of Orimili was paid and your locked loin was set at liberty. I see three sons in your house. Two are far from you and one is yet to be born…” “Did you say three sons, Agamevu?” “Shhh! Speak no word while Agamevu is still speaking… Hmmm! Why have you turned the blessing of the gods to a curse against you? You and your wife are guilty of bloodshed! I see bloodshed by the hands of you and your wife in Onitsha Ugbo, I see bloodshed in Sapele. I see bloodshed in Asaba. I see bloodshed in Igbuzo. Chai! And all of the victims are innocent! By that which came from your house shall your downfall come. By that which came from your loin shall destruction seize your wife. Once many were they which loved and cared for you in the land of the spirits, now many are they which seek your fall in the land of the spirit…” Agamevu paused and looked intently into small clay plate in front of him which contained some water. Osadebe was in deep thoughts. Though Agamevu had been speaking to him in parables, yet he could make so much out of it. I only killed a slave girl in Onitsha Ugbo… Okay, the zealousness of my men led to the death of a few more slaves the night the slave girl was killed. Who then shed blood of the innocent in Sapele, Asaba and Igbuzo? It has to be Awele. Agamevu said by my hand and the hand of my wife was the blood of the innocent he mentioned shed. What has Awele been hiding from me? Agamevu did not say my sons were dead; he said they are far from me. What does that mean? Who are these sons? I know only Edozien who died not so long ago. Who then is the other son?” The moment he raised his head to ask Agamevu if he could speak, Agamevu continued from where he stopped. “A bosom you once embraced, a bosom which once made you glad by night, a bosom in which you once deposited your strength and seed shall return to Asaba with two arrows. The hands of the gods shall rest on one of these arrows and by him your glory shall be taken from you. Instead of blessings, they Asaba with two arrows. The hands of the gods shall rest on one of these arrows and by him your glory shall be taken from you. Instead of blessings, they will bring you curses. One of these arrows shall point at you; the other shall point at your bloody wife. One of these arrows is unlike any arrow ever made amongst them. Your love for Asaba shall be in him, but when he shall rise in anger, death will follow him. I see a third arrow, he shall rise in your strength and wisdom, but his foes shall be mightier than he. When he shall see this, he will submit to preserve you a name…” Agamevu was forced to stop by the entrance of a big vulture. Osadebe had not seen a vulture as big as that in all his life. Its eyes were enormous and when they moved, they made the sound of a river running amongst the rocks. The vulture stared coldly at Osadebe and made his heart to skip a few times. Turning its attention toward Agamevu the vulture fixed its scary gaze on him. Agamevu was unflinching. By his boldness in front of the vulture, Osadebe could tell he had seen the vulture many times. For what seemed like forever to Osadebe, the vulture and Agamevu held each other in their gazes. He was afraid that perhaps a fight might break out between the two. When Agamevu shook his head violently and uttered, “Speak on messenger of the gods! Agamevu hears you clearly! Speak on wise one!” Osadebe relaxed. At that, it dawned on Osadebe that the bird had come to relay a message to Agamevu. When the bird was done, it flapped its massive wings and disappeared into the thin air. “Osadebe, there is a chance you can avoid the storm headed your way,” Agamevu announced. Osadebe came alive with excitement. “Tell me about it,” he said sitting up. “Take three young goats to the ancient shrine of Odogwu Ozala and offer them to the gods by night.” Agamevu had hardly nished speaking when Osadebe rose to his feet and headed out of the shrine. His face was wrapped up in palpable fear. His entire body shook visibly in nerve-racking dread. What he had been asked to do was far much worse and dangerous than taking his own life or his wife’s. In fact giving the blood of his family members was way much easier than the new proposition. “No one comes to my shrine and walks out without being dismissed!” Agamevu barked. “How could you ask such a thing of me?! Ask me to go home tonight and strangle my pregnant wife and I would prefer it instead of what you have just proposed!” Osadebe barked in return. “When you see what is coming your way, you will wish you had obeyed this instruction.” Osadebe pondered the words of Agamevu and broke down crying. He wished he had not come to see Agamevu. In fact he was much more confused and in bigger trouble than he was when he came to see him. So much had been revealed to him and yet he knew too little. He had too many questions to ask, and sadly, he knew the answers would not be given to him. At the shrine of the seer in Asaba, it took two days before the dark cloud which settled over him could lift. When he woke from his unconsciousness, his mind had been wiped clean by the gods. He could not even remember his name or the place where he was. Like a moron, he staggered out of his shrine with no clue to where he was headed. In his desperate search to find out that which the gods hid from him about Awele and her family, he had crossed the line and the gods served him a swift judgment. No mouth would be allowed to speak what it knew about Edozien until he would make himself known in Asaba. Awele was saddened greatly when she heard that the seer was wandering through the streets of Asaba with no memory of who he was. For his help to her, she did her best to help take him home to his family. Sadly, for Awele, there was a problem, a big problem. Everyone in Asaba including Awele knew the seer’s condition was an act of judgment from the gods. In such cases only the Asagba himself could intercede for the seer before the gods. Awele’s fear was that if her father, the Asagba, began the ritual of interceding for the seer, her secrets with the seer might be uncovered. The aspect she feared most was Chinedu’s ancestry. Pacing about her hut desperately Awele whispered to herself, “He will burn me alive for failing to tell him that a seed of Odowgu Ozala lived amongst us. A seed whom I had sex with and bore a male son for. Surely the gods have turned against me. I should have let Chinedu and his son live.” As tears pooled from her eyes, she knew it was time to kill again. The seer must die for her secret to remain hidden. STORY CONTINUES…
24 Nov 2017 | 16:20
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ADA ASABA – Episode 12 It was on the evening of the second day that Awele chose to strike. She wanted the job done perfectly that she chose to do it herself. To disguise intentions Awele had left home with lots of gifts and food items which she distributed to many widows on her way to visit the seer’s family. When she arrived, the seer was in his hut asleep as a result of the medicine given to him, while his wife and children were outside peeling tubers of cassava piled up in a corner of their compound. As a result of her nefarious intentions Awele had made sure only two of her maids and none of her personal security guards followed her to the seer’s house. In the hands of her maids were two baskets one contained food items while the other contained medicinal leaves. “Good evening Nneukwu,” Awele greeted. Nneukwu, the wife of the seer was surprised to see Ada Asaba in her house. “Ada oyoyo! Uso nwa! Anyanwu ututu! Nkpuru mmiri!” Nneukwu hailed Awele. Awele smiled broadly, keeping up the pretense that she had come for good. “Who am I that you should visit me? Is everything okay?” Nneukwu asked as she drew closer and made to stoop in deference to the princess. “No mama, will an elder like you stoop for a child like me? Mba nu!” Awele protested and stooped before her instead. Nneukwu touched her back and joked, “You know it is said that if one serves the king, kingship will reach one. Allow me to serve you so that in my next life I will be a queen sitting next to the king.” “Eziokwu! However, do not forget, mama, that the child who does not honour the elders, the vultures will eat his or her eyes. Imagine Ada Asaba blind with all this my beauty. Tuakwa!” “You are right Ada Asaba, it would really be bad for a beauty such as yours to be blemished by blindness; but you see, no vulture would dare peck at your eyes. Are you Ada Asaba in vain? Even if all our elders bowed to you, it would not bring you a curse. Are you not part of royalty?” “Mama biko leave me alone. Even if the gods are comfortable with you bowing to me, I am not comfortable with it. I prefer to show honour and respect to my elders… How is nna anyi? I brought him some special medicinal leaves and some food for you.” “Awele you are different! So you went through the pain of bringing all these to us? Olisa bi na igwe (God in heaven) bless this child…” Nneukwu prayed as she took a closer look at the leaves. “Ewoo! These are urioma leaves! Where did you get them from?!” Nneukwu asked. “Don’t forget that I am a princess, I have friends in many places,” Awele gloated. Nneukwu took one of the leaves and smelt it, her face beamed with a rapturous smile. “These Urioma leaves are not from towns around us…” Nneukwu observed. Awele was surprised by her observation and so asked, “How did you know mama?” “I am not the seer’s wife in vain. I have learnt quite a few things from him. The last of such Urioma leaves my eyes saw came from Owerri Nta. They have the best and most powerful of all Urioma plants.” “Now I know indeed that the spirit of the seer is also in you, mama. This Urioma is from Owerri Nta. I had it fetched and brought to Asaba within two nights.” “I knew a man from Owerri Nta who supplied my husband with such Urioma leaves many years ago. He told us he plucked those Urioma leaves from the river where gods bathe by night.” “The man who sent this to me is said to know the best. They call him Nwambia…” Nneukwu felt her heart drop into her stomach in fear. She could not believe what the princess had just said. Nwambia had died over twelve earlier. The seer himself was one of the priests who moderated Nwambia’s burial. He had requested it before his death. Nneukwu cut the look of a person who had arrived as a guest at her own burial. “What is it mama?” Awele asked. She had seen the look of concern on the old woman’s face. “That name you mentioned provoked strong memories from the past for me. My daughter, you don’t know how much you have blessed me this day,” she lied. “You had me worried for a moment,” Awele pointed out. “I am sorry my dear. I meant not to scare you. The first man I knew by the name Nwambia, was the first man who would have married me,” she told another lie. “Ewoo! I am sorry mama. From the look of your face, your relationship with him didn’t end well.” Mama made a face, playing the part of one who was in emotional turmoil. “I would rather we discuss something else…Can I take the leaves from you?” Nneukwu asked the maid holding the basket of Urioma leaves. The maid holding the basket released it to her. The other maid handed the basket of food to one of Nneukwu’s daughter’s. When Nneukwu reemerged from her husband’s hut, she effusively thanked Awele and blessed her for the Urioma leaves she brought for her husband. Two secrets were in play here. Awele had sent for the Urioma leaves and had it was quickly delivered to her from Owerri Nta. As soon as it arrived she took it to a river and had it enchanted. Urioma leaves could serve many good medicinal purposes, but when enchanted, its power could be lethal. She had assigned evil spirits to use the leaves to snuff the life out of the seer before her father, the Asaga could begin his intercession for him. On the other side, what Awele did not know was that the Urioma leaves were fetched and delivered to her by a dead man. Nwambia had long died, and in his lifetime, he was a bosom friend of the seer. Nneukwu was shocked when Awele said the leaves were from the dead man. To Nneukwu, Nwambia’s reappearance from the dead meant something was strange about her husband’s sickness. It also meant it was not his time to cross over to the land of the dead. The gods would have finished him off when they covered him with a cloud of darkness. Awele did not know all this, and on the other hand, Nneukwu did not know the leaves were enchanted. Whether the seer would recover or not when the leaves would be used was entirely up to the gods and the man who fetched the leaves. It was pitch dark in the night and out of his hut, he tiptoed. Osadebe had made up his mind. Stealthily, he made his way toward the river. Some distance away from his house, he changed course. Whoever saw him must have concluded he was on his way to the river to bathe or to supplicate to the gods. Well, that was wrong. The great warrior of Asaba had seen and heard enough. It was time to make yet another great decision. Earlier in the day, he had sent young boys to tie three young he-goats in his farm near the ancient shrine of Odogwu Ozala. T his was one sacrifice that could destroy him and his generation. Sadly, it had been required of him to offer it so the evil headed his way would change course. All the kings from the fourth Asagba to the present Asagba would kill a nation of men just to stop that sacrifice from being offered. Too bad, the very sacrifice that would change Asaba as the people of old knew it was going to be offered by a son in-law to the reigning Asagba. By every stretch of imagination and reasoning, this was a frontal assault on the throne of the Asagba of Asaba land. War of the old kings Edozien was fast asleep when a voice he knew was his mother’s awoke him. Isioma was in pain and fighting with death. A faintly visible pair of hands was on her throat squeezing her to death. The young boy may have fought many dreamy battles, but at the moment he had no clue as to what to do. The sacrifice which had been offered by Osadebe in Asaba, had stirred the old kings. The lineage of Odogwu Ozala had finally woken up. The gods had a plan, a good plan for Asaba by restoring the broken lineage, but the kings of old could not see it. There was an oath for them to honour; the oath to keep out of the royal bloodline the seed of Odogwu Ozala. At loss about what to do, Edozien grabbed the pair of partially invisible hands and yanked at them. There was no more hiding for the boy; the old kings had found him. The attack on Isioma was a ploy to draw him out and kill him before even his feet could set on Asaba. No mortal could have grabbed those hands except one who was half royal and half priestly – Edozien Ozala. That was his true name. His younger brother Amobi had tried to pull at the hands but could not touch them. In one corner of the hut, Amobi stood watching as Edozien set their mother free. When Isioma got freed from those mighty hands, she sprang to her feet, grabbed Amobi and bolted out of the hut. From the roof, the hut exploded into flames. In the midst of the flames, a hundred machetes descended on Edozien. It has begun. STORY CONTINUES…
24 Nov 2017 | 16:29
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24 Nov 2017 | 16:31
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this is the war of spirit
24 Nov 2017 | 17:07
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This is begininng
24 Nov 2017 | 17:40
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This is crazily interesting...
24 Nov 2017 | 18:16
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This honing to be difficult task
25 Nov 2017 | 05:53
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Getting more interesting
25 Nov 2017 | 06:37
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Next
25 Nov 2017 | 06:37
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Dis is serious anoda war
25 Nov 2017 | 07:25
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HMMMM I know most of you have forgotten the story but dont worry. the story continues
28 Sep 2018 | 03:53
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The Asagba sprang from his bed, his eyes darting about. He had just had a terrifying dream. In his dream, he had seen the old kings rouse for a battle. All of Asaba was burning; there was not one home in Asaba which was not in flames. Men, women and children were on the run and torn from their loved ones. One more thing which troubled him the most was that the old kings were angry with him and had brought a great battle to his palace. Though it was still late in the night and the land was asleep, yet the king would not let that stop him; he would find out the meaning of the dream. He rose from his mat and went outside. In the middle of his royal compound was a man wearing only a wrapper which was tied around his groin. He stood tall and was bare-chested. In his hands were a gong and a stick to beat the gong. He had come with a mission. “Who are who?” the Asagba roared. The man ambled toward the king. The king, a veteran of war himself, took his stand and made to circle the stranger for a battle. Though he had no weapon to fight with, he would not let himself die like a coward. The stranger read the kings move very well and stopped his stride toward him. “I am Nwude Onyali, a young seer among the seers in this land,” said the stranger. “I knew Onyali, he was both a seer and a warrior. However, I can’t recall that good man crouching around by night and sneaking into the king’s royal quarters. Where are my guards?” asked the king, “Your highness, I put them to sleep and asked those who sent me here to move their bodies away. I have words for you; words which only your ears must hear.” replied Nwude. Then the Asagba relaxed. “Come closer boy,” said the Asagba. “You had a nightmare king; in your dream, you saw Asaba burn to the ground and the old, dead kings attack your household,” said Nwude. “You are a seer indeed. That is my dream. What is the meaning of it? I know something is wrong but what it is I do not know,” said the king with a deep frown on his face. “The lineage of Odogwu Ozala has been reawakened…” Nwude paused. The Asagba was so shocked he could not stand on his feet. Like a young wife who had received the news of the death of her husband in a battle, he sat on the ground, scooped sand on himself and began to grief. “The Asagba is like a god; Don’t forget that my king! You cannot grief!” Nwude reminded him. Raising his sand-covered head and his eyes burning like a laser beam, the Asagba asked, “How did this happen and I did see it coming?” “So much has been kept from you and from the eyes of many seers in the land. It is as if the gods colluded with those who carried out this evil. You need to see the ancient shrine of Odogwu Ozala, it has come alive as of old. A sacrifice was offered in the shrine this very night. My king, you must prepare for battles. You will battle with enemies in the land and enemies outside the land! The dead kings of old sent me to you, they have long dressed for battle and are already fighting. My king, rise up! It is time to kill!” The Asagba remained on the ground staring at Nwude in open mouthed bewilderment. “Wait! Wait! Nwude Onyali… Who… Who… How did this seed… Wait… This descendant of Odogwu Ozala is he the seed with royal and priestly ancestry or the stalk from whom the seed shall come?” the Asagba asked, sweating as if a bucket of water had been emptied on him. “My mouth will not say what will kill me. My eyes will not see what will kill me…” Nwude began to swear in a bid to save himself from the wrath of the king. “Speak up Nwude! I swear by the gods, no harm will come upon you,” the king barked and sprang to his feet. “Since you have sworn by the gods oh king, I will speak freely of the things I was told. The stalk of Odogwu Ozala from whom the seed came has long been killed. His name was Chiedu Ozala. He was murdered in Sapele long ago, but his head can be found buried at the foot of the big tree in the shrine of the seer of our land.” “So this is the reason the seer lost his mind?” “No, my king; his mind was taken from him so that he will not speak of what he knows and has seen. There is more to the loss of his mind oh king ” “What are you not telling me?!” the Asagba bayed and grabbed Nwude’s neck and began to choke him “Ple pleas more to the loss of his mind oh king. What are you not telling me?! the Asagba bayed and grabbed Nwudes neck and began to choke him. Ple…pleas… please! haaa! Stop! You swore!” Nwude stammered. The Asagba let go of his hands, breathing heavily. Nwude stepped back a bit, coughing and gasping for breath. “Are you aware of the magnitude of your claims? If there is a royal and priestly seed of Odogwu Ozala in Asaba at the moment, it means that one of my daughters had sex with this Chiedu Ozala, whom you said has been murdered.” “Yes…” Nwude paused and slumped to the ground. “Which of them slept with Chiedu?” Nwude was on the ground struggling with death and an arrow sticking out of his neck. The Asagba paced closer to him only to meet a dying man. He was stunned. Raising his head in the direction he supposed the arrow came from, he raised a cry, “Mutiny! Mutiny!! Mutiny!!!” His voice woke the entire royal household. His wives, slaves, servants and elderly guards all ran out of their huts. They only saw a dead man with an arrow in his neck and no sign of the king. The Asagba had long bolted off to catch the assassin who killed Nwude. The Asagba knew that no man would dare attack him. He was no ordinary king. Before the day of his coronation, the gods themselves cooked him in the most potent charms of all. In the king’s search for the assassin, he found out that most of his royal guards whom Nwude put to sleep had been beheaded. Some of their bodies were still jerking when he found them. The assassin must not have gone too far, he thought. Tasking his aging legs, he gave the assassin a chase. Far away from the royal home, Ada Asaba bounced home like a gazelle with a blood-stained machete in her hand and a bow and arrows on her back. The day Awele was born, the chief priest at that time had exclaimed to the hearing of all who were present, “This one should have been born a man, for she has the heart of a warrior! Let not her beauty deceive you! Let not her charm snare you. She shall bathe herself in the blood of her enemies and shall laugh death in the face.” The Asagba and his wise men had interpreted the prophecy to mean that Awele shall be a great warrior and had proceeded to train her in the art of battle. They were wrong, dead wrong! In Amawbia Awka, Isioma’s home burnt with a great flame while Edozien was still inside. Short of ideas about what to do, Isioma decided to summon the spirit which had brought her to Awka. Inside the hut, Edozien managed to evade the first round of machetes which came down upon him. The hut was small and offered him little room to maneuver his way around the many machetes seeking to take his head off. The old, dead kings of Asaba had sealed the door and were in the mood to kill. Edozien had learnt so much and had been put through much rigors, but he took all those lessons knowing that however hard and rough they were, he would wake up in the morning with his wounds and pains gone. Sadly for him this was no lesson. It was the very thing for which he had been trained for years, and there was no morning to wake up in if he died. The first two machetes which sunk into his bare, young back, made him realize that he would either fight back and prevail or die running. All he had to do was think of what to do. His first thought was to grab a machete, but his machete was not in the hut. The only machetes available to him were the ones trying to kill him – the machetes of the old, dead kings. No mortal would dare try to wrestle them from those angry, dead kings, but Edozien would try. Like a squirrel Edozien ran around the hut taking lots of machete blows on different parts of his body. The old, dead kings were having fun. They knew there was no way out for him, the hut was on re and their machetes were carving him open. Well Edozien didn’t think so; he believed there was a way out. He had his eyes on a machete floating above his head. The moment the machete swooped low for a blow, he leapt into the air and grabbed it from the old, dead king who held it. For a split second, the dead kings stood still in awe of the boy. Nothing in their lifetime and in the period of their days in the grave had prepared their eyes for what they saw the boy do. STORY CONTINUES…
28 Sep 2018 | 04:12
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28 Sep 2018 | 04:13
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    ok oo i yav kwom oo.
  • but make sure say u kee ribena for me o . . . wait oo. . c mem o . . weting make my name come last @coolval222
28 Sep 2018 | 05:48
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@COOLVAL222 bia here and answer me b4 i thief ada asaba , come carry yam go either
  • onitsha.
  • mbaise.
  • and that place na. hahaha
  • 28 Sep 2018 | 05:52
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    So this story is still alive........ Continue
    28 Sep 2018 | 10:45
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    Panting heavily, Osadebe sneaked into one of his huts and lay on a mat he had spread before he left to offer that sacrifice at the shrine of Odogwu Ozala. He had been meandering through the bush since he offered those sacrifices to Odogwu Ozala and his fallen descendants. What his eyes had seen were simply unbelievable. Before that night the stories he had heard about Odogwu Ozala were to him nothing more than tales by moonlight, mostly made up by elderly people. He desperately needed a bath but was concerned about stirring up Awele his wife, whom he supposed was sound asleep in the other hut they shared together. After much hesitation, Osadebe tiptoed out of the hut and stealthily made his way to the bathroom. Gently he scooped water on his body, careful not to make any noise which would awake Awele, whom he assumed was asleep in their largest hut. The style of his bath that night was in contrast to the manner he liked to have his bath. He didn’t mind. He had a secret to protect, a secret which he could not afford to let his wife in on. As a son in-law to the Asagba, what he had done was not only a taboo, but an unpardonable sin. Life had been hard for him and Awele; and now that things seemed to have improved for them, he would do anything to keep it going. “Awele must never find out I offered the sacrifice at the shrine of Odogwu Ozala,” Osadebe mumbled to himself as he hurried into his clothes after the bath. He was forced to freeze in his stride as he stepped out of the bathroom. A figure was moving swiftly across his compound, heading for the hutch where he stored his farm produce such as fresh palm fruits and cocoyam. The hutch also housed lots of his farm implements. He squinted his eyes to make out the shape and figure of the object under the faint moonlight above head. Something about that object was very familiar… It is human, he thought. He was about to ask who that was when he realized it was his wife Awele. His heart sunk into his stomach. From the look of the clouds he could tell what time it was. “Where is she coming from? What is she hiding?” Osadebe asked himself as his heart pounded away rapidly in fear. Osadebe was forced to make a swift, but gentle run toward the back of their three huts when Awele headed toward his way. She was going to have her bath before supposedly joining him in their largest hut which served as their bedroom. Osadebe figured that out and so made his way into their largest hut from the back of their three huts. He was certain Awele would find out that someone had just used the bathroom. He wouldn’t want her to know he was the one, but the problem was that only the two of them shared that bathroom. At the bathroom Awele was afraid when she found out someone had just used it. There could only be one person who used it – her husband, Osadebe. “How do I explain my absence from the bedroom to him?” she muttered as her thoughts raced. “I don’t want him to tie me to the slaughter at my father’s royal quarters,” her shaking lips murmured almost by their own volition. While she thought how to lie her way out of her x, the war drums of Asaba rumbled “Gbidi gbidi gbidi!!!” That was followed by the blaring of the ancestral horn of Asaba, “Paapoo! Paaapooo!! Paaaapoooo!!” It meant there was death and blood in the land. If only the drums had been heard, Asaba people would have understood it to mean that their enemies were still afar off. However, the sound of the ancestral horn shortly after the drums meant their enemies were already in their midst, and blood had already been shed. Inside the hut, Osadebe was afraid to come out. He feared that the sacrifice he offered must have unleashed death on his people. At the bathroom, Awele, was afraid to run out, she feared that her husband will tie her to the killings at the royal quarters for which the sound of the drums and the horn had been heard. For once in her life, Awele was truly afraid. She shook from her head to her toes, wondering what to do next. In faraway Amawbia, Awka; the old, dead kings of Asaba, had their first taste of the rage of Edozien, the great, grandson of Odogwu Oazala. No one threatens a dead man with death, but when a dead soul brings against one a weapon forged in the deep caverns of hades, and ones seize such a weapon, even the dead would fear for their lives. This was the case in Amawbia. The clash of machetes as Edozien wielded the seized machete expertly against the old, dead kings, was like the sound of thunder. In awe of the young boy, the old kings retreated. Outside, the spirit who had settled Isioma in Amawbia hastily led her and Amaobi into a nearby farm to hide them. While they watched from there, the re on Isioma’s hut was blown out just like a man would blow out a candle light. “What was that?!” Isioma asked in amazement. “Edozien has come into his full strength,” replied the spirit. “What now?” asked Amaobi. “Many things will happen now…but watch and see what your brother is made of,” replied the spirit. To treat Isioma and Amaobi to a view of the battle inside the hut, the spirit blew his breath toward the hut and instantly a portal opened in the air; a portal the size of a large Samsung HDTV. “Oh my goodness!” Amaobi gasped, while his right hand tightened its grip on his mother’s hand. While the kings pulled away from Edozien, he performed a little magic of riding on the smoke which filled the hut and delivered a venomous blow on the head of the king closest to him. Like a squelching tire crushing the head of a newborn baby on a tarred road, the machete sunk in and carved its way out through the neck of the king. The old king staggered backward in sublime dismay, as something akin to black bile, dripped from his gaping skull and neck. Death had found a dead man again. While the other dead kings watched, their colleague’s body disintegrated into wisps of bluish smoke and vanished with the night wind. “He is a warlock,” whispered one of the kings in reference to Edozien. “He is no mortal at all! Retreat!” shouted another. The wave of monstrous spells circling the kings increased, shielding them from the blade in Edozien’s hand. “Return to your graves and rise no more!” Edozien thundered. To show just how much threat he posed to the kings, Edozien waved his left hand like that of an orchestra conductor and the smoke in the room took the shape of arrows. With one more wave of his left hand, the arrows were unleashed against the bemused kings. The kings reached deep into their whirlpool of the evil power which gave them power to rise from their graves and battle; and thrust their machetes at Edozien. Every one of the machetes began to burn with flames as they headed for Edozien. Muttering words incoherent to an average man, Edozien summoned powers which levitated him over the exploding smoke arrows and flaming blades. It was a swift move. He completely caught the kings off guard. Before they could regroup, Edozien was already above their heads, working his blade like Aragon against the hordes of Orcs from Saruman the White. The kings fled in fear as each of them took deadly blows from Edozien’s blade. The kings would return. They would seek for how to stop Edozien amongst the ancient evil altars of power; and when they return, they would show no mercy. Like an eagle proudly descending to devour a kill, Edozien rode on the wings of the smoke in the hut and touched down on the floor before he bolted outside in search of Isioma and Amaobi. “Mama! Mama!! Amaobi!!!” he shouted. “We are here Edozien!” responded Isioma as she made her way out of the farm nearby. Isioma had never been as happy as she was that night. Finally, she understood what Anyaeke meant when he told her that the gods would give her an arrow for a revenge over what Osadebe did to her. That night she set her heart to return to Asaba. In the coming days, she would find a way to convince her two sons to follow her across the river Niger. In the farm, the spirit which had given them cover while Edozien battled the old, dead kings, whispered to Amaobi, “Now you have seen for yourself who your brother is…tonight, I will show you who you are and your place in the coming battles.” “Battles? With who?” asked Amaobi. The spirit grinned and vanished. Sounds of war drums and the ancestral horn had resounded severally and words had spread. Asaba had woken up to defend itself, but there was no enemy in sight to fight. There were scores of slaughtered warriors at the royal quarters of the Asagba, a dead young seer with an arrow sticking from his neck and an ancient, forbidden shrine back to live. All these were just too much for Asaba to take. Much more disturbing were the lack of answers to all they saw and the silence of the gods. From the moment the Asagba returned from chasing whoever it was who red that arrow at the young seer, several other seers had been summoned to provide answers to the horrors in the Asaba. While the Asaba, trembled, the two architects of the mayhem in the land hid in a hut and a bathroom, completely immobilized by fear. STORY CONTINUES…
    28 Sep 2018 | 23:48
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    28 Sep 2018 | 23:52
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    @anachrist na be our last born na
    29 Sep 2018 | 00:05
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    lease @coolval222-2 add to updated stories
    29 Sep 2018 | 00:06
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    Ohmu i go soon do sacrifise for @itzprince head ooo, no be osadebe go do tis one o to ozala. but na me go do am to @frankkay . . if u call my name last again i go mess for ur room o. hmn,lolT
    29 Sep 2018 | 06:39
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    Following keenly
    29 Sep 2018 | 07:31
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    These story is back again.
    29 Sep 2018 | 09:08
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    This story is back
    29 Sep 2018 | 16:49
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    Hmmm... Speechless
    29 Sep 2018 | 19:13
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    “Traitors are in our land! Men, and possibly women who have colluded with our enemies to destroy us are in our midst! How could those who killed my guards and Nwude Onyali, the young seer, have gone with the wind? Where now are those or the person who offered the sacrifice which restored the shrine of Odogwu Ozala? No doubt they are hiding somewhere out there and we must find them! Turn every stone and blade of grass in Asaba until they are found! Look into every water pot and soup pot to see if they are hiding there! Trust no one; not even me! Believe no story told by anyone to absolve themselves from these hideous crimes! Our land is under attack! Asaba is at war!!! We must make ourselves ready to die fighting! Now, go warriors of Asaba and bring me those who did these or their heads!” thundered the Asagba of Asaba land. It was still early in the morning. The first gleam of dawn was still to appear in the sky. The land was silent and her silence felt like a foreboding of great evil. “What now shall we do? What was once a mere myth has become a reality in our time. The shrine of Odogwu Ozala is back alive. My husband, let us run away while we can. No one can fight with spirits and prevail. Biko (please) lets run away now,” Ofunwa pleaded with her husband, Chekwube. “No my wife, if we run away now we will take the blame for all that has happened this night…” Chekwube was saying. “But others are running away di m (my husband),” Ofunwa interjected. “Let them run; but mark my words, they will be the ones to take the blame for all that has happened this night. I know Asaba well enough to guess that this which has begun tonight goes way up to the high powers in this land. No poor man or woman, a commoner, can muster the means to do what we have heard and seen this night. The palace should search itself, for in so doing, they will find those responsible for all that has befallen Asaba this night.” “Shhh! Di m, biko, don’t speak loosely. A bird might hear you and carry your words to the king. I have heard he is raving mad at the moment…” Ofunwa pleaded. “The birds are still asleep my love. Besides, the spirits which have been released from the shrine of Odogwu Ozala are good spirits. In the days of old, they made our land great and famous. It was the jealousy of the Asagbas that led them to wipe out the Ozalas…” Chekwube was still speaking when Ofunwa dived at him and covered his lips, her eyes darting about their hut. Through the crevice on the wall she had seen rays of light heading their way. She feared that someone may have heard her husband; maybe the warriors running rampage through the land. Ofunwa almost fainted when a deafening knock was heard on their door. Outside Chekwube’s hut were five warriors branding razor-sharp machetes and wielding wooden torch lights. Chekwube feared for the worst. He wished he had listened to his wife and shut his trap. He had so much to be afraid of…a secret long forgotten was in his possession, and even his pretty wife, Ofunwa, was not aware he hid in his heart some truth about the long lost clan of the Ozalas. “We know you are in there! Open this door now! Chekwube open your door now or else we bring it down and level charges of conspiracy against the king and Asaba against you!!” shouted one of the warriors outside. Like a child caught red-handed stealing meat from his mother’s soup pot, Awele made her way toward the largest hut which she shared with Osadebe, her husband. On his part Osadebe was out of clues as to how he could convince Awele that he didn’t know she had been gone all through the night. Since he saw Awele sneaking back into their compound, he had been thinking about what Agamevu, the legendary second son of Duduyoyo, said when he visited him. As though he was present in his hut, his words resonated in his head… “…for years bareness ruled in your house and shame covered your head in the public place. At night you labored greatly only to plant your sterile seed in a fertile ground. Though the ground was good, yet it could bear you no fruit because your seed was dead. However, when your wife, the princess, helped the amazons of old reclaim their long lost stronghold, your debts at the shrine of Orimili were paid and your locked loin was set at liberty. I see three sons in your house. Two are far from you and one is yet to be born… “…why have you turned the blessing of the gods to a curse against you? You and your wife are guilty of bloodshed! I see bloodshed by the hands of you and your wife in Onitsha Ugbo, I see bloodshed in Sapele. I see bloodshed in Asaba. I see bloodshed in Igbuzo. Chai! And all of the victims are innocent! By that which came from your house shall your downfall come. By that which came from your loin shall destruction seize your wife. Once, many were those who loved and cared for you in the land of the spirits, now many are they which seek your fall in the land of the spirits…” “No! Too many things are definitely wrong here. Three sons and too many deaths in places I have killed anyone or sent for any to be killed on my behalf. Why has Awele been shedding innocent blood? What does Agamevu mean by her helping amazons of old reclaim their long lost stronghold? Have I married a she-devil without knowing it? What is she keeping from me? Wait…he said three sons… What does that mean? It can only mean Edozien is not dead…that is the only way, the numbers can add up. My two sons Agamevu mentioned must be my only son and the one which the slave girl gave birth to some time ago. The third one must be Edozien… Awele was roaming the night and shedding innocent blood when she was pregnant with our only son. Olisah (God), who knows what Awele gave birth to for me in the name of a son?” Osadebe’s muttering was interrupted by Awele’s entrance. He lay still, hoping she would consider him asleep. “Di m, I saw that the bathroom had been used not long before I went to use it. The night must have been too hot for you,” Awele said, hoping to elicit a response from him. Osadebe was surprised by her thought line. She did not even try to find out if he was asleep or not. He could see how devious she was and so decided to play the same game with her. “How many times have I told you not to sleep in the other hut alone? What if evil strikes you by night… after what you suffered giving birth to our son you are not yet strong enough to withstand any attack, and against my words you still go to sleep in the other huts alone!” Osabede barked, painstakingly keeping up the pretense. Oh my god! He thinks I have been in one of the other huts, Awele thought. Osadebe could sense her calming down. “I am sorry di m oma (my good husband). You know sometimes I see images from that attack in which Edozien was taken from us. It leaves me restless and angry,” she said pleadingly. “That is the same thing am saying. Stay by me so that I can protect you incase evil was to come your way,” Osadebe responded thinking he had completely fooled her. However unknown to him, there was something in his voice she picked up and so said, “Do you know that sometimes in the night, I wake up and wander around. Some nights I hear Edozien’s voice crying…” Osadebe was caught off guard by that admission. He was left thinking, ‘could it be what I saw and concluded that she was up committing one evil or the other in the night?’ “Do you wake up and wonder in the night?” he asked, thinking he had judged her a bit too harshly. “I really do for many nights.” “I didn’t know about this. From now on whenever you wake up in the night, wake me to roam the night along with you. I will kill to keep you and our only son alive. We have lost Edozien, we cannot afford to lose this one too,” Osadebe said sincerely. Though he still had many things Agamevu said about her to ponder, he was beginning to think that perhaps, on this night, he was wrong about her. Awele could see he was taking her lies to be true, and his sincerity also helped to deceive her. Before she lay next to him on the mat, there was still one more question to ask. “I was surprised you did not rush out with your machete and shield when you heard the sounds of the drums and the horn. The land looks up to you at such times. What might be your reason?” Almost immediately Osadebe drew his machete and raised it in the air. “I was going to rush out as soon as I heard the sound of the drums; but you see, when the meaning of the sound of the ancestral horn dawned on me, I realized it would be too risky to leave my wife and our only child behind to go and save a vast land like Asaba. What if I had gone out only for the evil to show up here and kill you, our maids and only son? Will Asaba restore you to life? What has Asaba done for me since I lost Edozien? I prefer to protect you and my son first before I rush out to defend Asaba. My love, Osadebe your husband has grown wiser.” His reply was apt. It destroyed any doubts Awele harbored in her heart. However, sadly for Awele, her last question made Osadebe reconsider his earlier disposition toward what she said about roaming the night. “No, she is definitely hiding something,” he said in his heart. Awele rested her head on his broad chest thinking, ‘there is no need to take his life. He knows nothing.’ STORY CONTINUES…
    30 Sep 2018 | 05:17
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    30 Sep 2018 | 05:18
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    Chineke! These husband and wife are both playing mind game o, each despirate to keep his/her secrets. These risky game is not going to end well.
    30 Sep 2018 | 08:25
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    Continue the game, am enjoying it
    30 Sep 2018 | 14:36
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    Secrets upon secrets...
    1 Oct 2018 | 17:56
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    All this life lost just bcos of vanity
    3 Oct 2018 | 14:34
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    At the royal quarters, a seasoned warrior carefully removed the arrow in Nwude Onyali’s neck and studied it. “Oh king, this arrow is not an enemy’s arrow! It is from our land! It was made in this land!” the warrior exclaimed. The discovery moved up the buzz in the palace a few notches upward. “So we are not dealing with foreigners in this case?” the Asagba wondered out loud. “I am afraid, we are not, your majesty!” responded the seasoned warrior. “In this case, send word around; tell our warriors to look for such arrows as have been removed from Nwude Onyali’s neck!” While messengers made their way across the land to deliver to warriors the message from the king, the quiver containing the type of arrow which killed Nwude Onyali lay in Osadebe’s hutch where Awele had left it. Seeing they had nowhere else to run to and neither could he and his wife, Ofunwa, keep the warriors outside their door waiting any longer, they opened the door. Chekwube was not expecting the horrifying sight he met. He almost threw up when he saw what had happened to the five warriors who had only a few minutes earlier threatened to bring his door down and whisk him away like a duck. From behind him, trembling, Ofunwa made her way closer, intending to plead with the warriors to show her husband some mercy. However, when she saw what had become of the warriors, she screamed and ran back into their hut. Chekwube looked sideways in fear to see if anyone was in sight; he couldn’t make out any figure he could describe as human. Grabbing the door of his hut, he yanked it inwards to slam it shut. Then a hand grabbed the door and held it still. Chekwube felt his heart sunk into his stomach. To him, it was all over. He and his wife would be blamed for the five dead warriors at their doorstep and all that had happened that night. “I… I swear… I… I didn’t do it. We didn’t do it. We are innocent,” Chekwube stammered. Slowly the owner of the hand, ambled out from behind the door and stood like a tower in front of him. One look at the man Chekwube knew he was not entirely human. He had a pair of eyes which emitted rays of flames and his entire skin looked like he had been roasted for a few hours before he somehow bolted out of the flames which left his body badly charred. From his seemingly roasted body, wisps of smoke belched into the air like a chimney. “We are back. Go into your hut and keep it securely locked. We will keep you safe until the mighty one arrives. That which you know, speak to no one about,” the mountain man thundered. Chekwube could not help wondering who he was. He wished he could ask the man his name, but he was overwhelmed with fear. The man-beast had his back to Chekwube when he heard his monstrous voice squeak, “I am Odogwu Ozala, father of the Ozala clan. We are back.” Clearly he read Chekwube’s mind. When the mountain man took one more step away from the door, Chekwube’s door slammed shut of its own accord. Chekwube collapsed to the floor more out of the force which hung over him lifting than of exhaustion. Ofunwa rushed over to where he lay and took his head in her tender hands, rested it on her thighs and whispered amid hot tears pooling from her seductive pair of eyes, “What have we done to deserve this, my love? Did I hear that evil spirit say he was Odogwu Ozala? That is not possible! He died long ago! What is it you know which he referred to?” All Chekwube could do was place a finger on her lips and pointed at the door with his other hand. Ofunwa understood what he meant and held him closer to herself out of fear than tenderness. At Amawbia, Isioma could not sleep. They had spent the day fixing their burnt hut, normally she was meant to sleep like a baby having overworked herself in the day. Sadly, she could not. She felt a foreboding stirring in her soul. She could sense a gathering of powers. Titans of old were being aroused by someone through an evil sacrifice. She had felt like she was being sucked into an abyss each time she closed her eyes to sleep. She looked around her hut and wondered how the coming months would pan out for her two sons. They lay on their mat next to hers, asleep. She stood to her feet and sneaked out of her hut. Outside, she made her way toward the farm nearby. There, she summoned the spirit which had brought her to Amawbia. She had questions to ask and was in need of urgent answers. “What I sense is too strong. It is stronger than the presence over my house when the kings brought a battle here against Edozien. What is this I feel? How are my sons going to survive this?” Isioma asked the spirit which had appeared from the air when she summoned him. Going by how quickly the spirit showed up, Isioma could tell he had been around all along; possibly watching over them. “The kings of old have withstood the gods of Asaba. The old, dead kings have aligned themselves with a clan of spirits you mortals know as evil spirits. They are powerful and are gods in their own rights. The kings of old have given Asaba to these evil spirits. They will fight and do whatever they can to make sure Asaba does not return to the ways of the Ozalas,” explained the spirit. “What am I supposed to do now? I fear these evil spirits. I can’t sleep, I can’t even close my eyes. Am I still expected to cross the river and match into Asaba with my sons?” Isioma asked, hoping she would be told to stay put in Amawbia. “Trust in your two sons. Don’t forget you were the one eager to persuade them of the need to relocate to Asaba. Do it. Take them to Asaba. Awele must be stopped.” “Awele? The princess of Asaba? Osadebe’s evil wife? What is she up to again?” Isioma asked biting her lips in anger. “The evil spirits are reaching out to her. She is an awesome fighter and a ruthless schemer. Even as I speak, offers have been made to her to help her avert the curse of the gods of Asaba…” “Has she taken the offers?” asked an agitated Isioma. “No, the gods have sent confusion into her head. Before she does, Edozien and his brother must leave for Asaba to retrieve the head of Edozien’s father from the shrine of the chief seer of Asaba. The gods had seen before now the things that will happen, and had influenced Ogolo, the assassin sent by Awele to get him Chiedu’s head, private part and tongue to deceive her…” “I have lost you completely spirit one. I thought Chiedu is the one to establish the rule of the Ozalas. What has he got to do with Edozien?” Isioma asked, scratching her head. “No, you got it all wrong. There is another descendant of Odogwu Ozala who has been preserved, he will do that. Chiedu is Edozien’s father. Awele killed him after he helped her conceive a son. She foresaw that someday she would need to reduce the power of her son, Edozien, should he choose to follow the ways of his great grandfather, Odowgu Ozala. So at that time, she asked that Ogolo bring her Chiedu’s head, tongue and private part. Now, Chiedu’s head must be removed from the shrine of the seer of Asaba. Also, the seer himself must be protected from Awele. He knows a lot about her and how to stop her.” “So my sons are going to Asaba soon?” “No, Isioma. Your sons are going to Asaba this early morning. Chiedu’s head must be retrieved urgently.” “Is that not too early for them? You said the evil spirits…” Isioma was interrupted by the sound of one of her sons clearing his voice beside their hut. She turned to see which of them it was. The two boys, Edozien and Amaobi were sitting by the hut with their raa bags hung across their shoulders and their machetes in their hands. They were ready to leave for Asaba and had heard all Isioma and the spirit said in their discussion. When she saw them ready to leave, she realized the spirit had played a little trick on her. “You! You woke them up and made them hear all we were saying,” Isioma spat angrily. “For your good and that of Asaba, the boys must leave now. Chiedu’s head must not be removed from that shrine today,” explained the spirit. “I am going with them!” Isioma blurted and bolted into her hut. “You are welcome,” said the spirit and disappeared. Awele was asleep when she was woken up by husky baritone voices challenging her husband outside. She stood to her feet and ran outside. The sky had begun to brighten up a bit. She could make out about ten warriors surrounding her husband. Her first thought was to pick up her machete and attack them. The words of one of the warriors made her think twice about that. The warrior had said, “We must search your house Osadebe! The king demands we do it. Since the drums and the horn were sounded no one has seen you nor your wife. The king demands we search your house!” It was then Awele realized that the arrows she left in the hutch might implicate her and her husband. She was also not sure that blood stains will not be found on her machete. She went into their hut and returned with a wrapper in her hand. Heading straight for the hutch, she picked the quiver of arrows and her machete and covered them with the wrapper. She then hid them under her clothe and headed for the back of their huts. The warriors saw her and greeted her but she chose not to respond to their greetings. Realizing something was wrong, two of the warriors followed her swiftly, Osadebe tried to detain them but the others held him back. As soon as Awele reached the back of their huts, she removed the weapons wrapped in her wrapper and threw them on top of one of the huts. Then she let her wrapper drop loose revealing her full nakedness. It was a taboo for any man other than her husband to see Ada Asaba naked, especially without her consent. Immediately the warriors showed up at the back yard, she raised her voice as loud as she could and began to scream that the two warriors had seen her nakedness. It was a perfect diversion for what she had done and what she and her husband were suspected of. When the news spread through the land, the Asagba was blamed for sending warriors to his daughter’s house that early in the morning. By mid-morning, Awele persuaded her husband to demand that the eyes and the tongues of the two warriors be removed. Though it was tradition, Osadebe was unwilling to demand that the two warriors be subjected to that treatment. He suspected that Awele had something to hide. However so not to bring shame his way, he sadly consented to Awele’s demand. The two warriors lost their tongues and eyes that morning. Tradition prescribed such gruesome treated so that those who see Ada Asaba naked will never tell of what they had seen. STORY CONTINUES…
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    Thanks for the I.v.......:Ride on
    4 Oct 2018 | 11:09
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    Awele is pure evil, she know what to do at the right time. But very soon things are no longer going to be in her favour.
    4 Oct 2018 | 11:35
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    Hmmm...
    4 Oct 2018 | 18:42
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    Awele Chaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii.... Men be afraid of ladies. Just in a bid to please her husband, she has become the she-devil ?
    5 Oct 2018 | 05:32
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    More pls
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