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The Immortals’ Code #6

Read Previous Episodes Of The Immortals’ Code GENERAL ABIODUN’S RESIDENCE Chioma was dazed. She couldn’t speak; she could hardly move a muscle. Her eyes sore and gritty from extreme crying, drowsed against her will as she sat sandwiched between her sister and her best friend who were both holding her hands and also crying intensely. A nurse had injected her earlier with something to put her to sleep but Chioma hadn’t yet succumbed to the drug. “How can I when my child’s body is still warm?” she asked into the air. No one replied her. They were now used to the short questions she asked herself every now and then. The tranquilizing drug in her bloodstream dragged her into an unwilling yawn and she became angry at herself for giving in to it. The only thing her weary eyes wanted to do was cry for her child. And cry she…

The Immortals’ Code #3

Morning everyone, I want to apologize to those who didn’t get their notification for Saturday’s post. My modem was stolen right from my bag while I was doing last edits on the post on my way home from a meeting. And I lost some cash as well. Oh well, that’s life. So I posted with my old BB phone and that felt like filling a bucket with water using a spoon. Lol! But it’s all good. Enjoy today’s episode. “Can I smoke?” Desire asked as Leonel put his jeep into gear and exited the premises of the building complex they had just emerged from. They had left Lanre behind with Sugar’s corpse and if Leonel’s calculations were exact, the police were going to be on the scene in less than ten minutes. The noon sun was cast overhead but it was shy and remained veiled behind thick clouds, leaving the…

The Immortals’ Code #1

The Immortals’ Code is for those who haven’t read it, for those who asked that this particular version be restored and for those who wonder if I can write something intriguing that is not entirely romance. Well you’re in for a ride. Enjoy!  One who contends with immortals lives a very short life  Greek poet 9th-8th century BC KANO/ 1989 Little Nafisa, trying hard to steady her schoolbag under her left arm, looked at the school gate with searching eyes and frowned. As expected, there was no one to pick her – again. No, this was again, raised to the power of 11. She smiled at herself proudly, remembering the knowledge she casually acquired from a senior class earlier that morning. ‘Wait let me get a double promotion to primary five and we’ll see if anybody can touch me!’ She smiled for a second time, then hissed and frowned when…

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