❝In a world of games, lies and death, only those with heart made of bone can survive.❞
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The Prime Minister is dead, The fight for the apex seat in the Confederacy has begun. In a game of Grand mi...
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THE WEARY CARAVAN galumphed through the one-way lush woods like slugged ants of the Nri valley returning to the cocoon of their antsilo after a long search for food.
"Look my love, tell me what do you see?" Amaka, the head Caravaneer asked a boy one harvest younger than her, his name is Chijioke, Jioke for short, Amaka's hand wrapped around him.
"I see the sky at war," Chijioke replied.
"Good, my love has a warrior's eyes," Amaka complimented.
Behind them is the other caravaneers and their mkpis, in the center is the Caravanwagon, pulled by a caravan Elephants, this was where Amaka should be but she had chosen to stay on the same Mkpi with her lover. This was Chijioke first time outside the seven walls of the Holy City of Enyimba, Amaka had made it her duty to introduce him to the new world since the journey had started seven days ago.
Chijioke could feel the warmth of Amaka's skin against him, The night was peaceful except for the thumping of Amaka's heart against her ribcage and the cooing of a bird from a distant tree.
The way is lit by orange laterns held by junior caravaneers on mountain Mkpi, the fastest breed of the large furred goat.
The Caravaneers wore a very striking Nri army styled uniform. It comprised a ring of fake lion mane hair held in a filigree silver coronet with metre-long ribbon of Akira green, black and platinum grey hanging from the back. The armor is made up of a boiled black leather jacket embroidered with platinum grey thread, a black sash belt and voluminous black trousers. To crown it all is their platinum grey faux fur hooded cloak. The four regiments were distinguished by the differing colours of their yebabi a circular false pockets on the front of the jacket.
Amaka was wearing a black woolen Balmoral bonnet with peacock feathers toorie and obsidian black wool trench coat with a short black fur cape and a black chinos trouser underneath.
"We are there, my lady," a junior caravaneer bellowed ahead of them.
Before them is a campground, two other caravans had arrived before them, their flags signified where they were from, Jioke searched for the Enyimba flag of 14 squares in alternating colors of white and Akira green but none was yet at the flagpole.
A sigh escaped from Amaka's small lips, "my love, it's time to rest, tomorrow we enter Yaba," Amaka said, Jioke smiled watching as everyone except him and Amaka prepare the camp for the night.
The junior caravaneers had made Amaka's tent in a jiffy, the caravanwagon parked beside it, Chijioke watched the senior caravaneers give orders to junior caravaneers, he imagined himself as one, moving swiftly like an Mkpi, to put everything in order.
"Let's go in, my love, it's getting cold outside," Amaka said unmounting the camel, Chijioke wanted to tell her he loved it here, that the cold was far better the winter of Enyimba but he kept his mouth shut and followed her in, helping her to carry her fur bag.
