Xoul Chronicles, Book 1: Revelations.

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This Book is a work of Fiction so every name,thing,person,place or and object used in this book is fictional no matter how they resemble names,things,person's,place or objects in real life.

If you're not a Nigerian, I'm guessing this book aint for you. This story is purely for Nigerians. But you can continue anyway.

Note that there would be a frequent use of pidgin English in this book. If you are not a Nigerian, you'll wouldn't totally relate with it but no worries. There would be translation of words in bracket ().

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"Where be this? (Where am I?)"

The words rang in Zemon's head as he woke up to a very familiar yet a strange reality.

The only thing familiar was that, he was looking at his own bedroom. His Ankara wrapper still clinging to his body, his Fila palms that were on the floor, lay close to his bed unarranged. His phone was on his table close to him.

Everything else was strange. He could see blurry faces of three strangers standing in his room.

After sometime, he heard their voices. One, sounded like his Dad's. But who were the other two?

"Weytin? (what is it?) Who orna be? (who are you people?)" He queried with an hoarse voice as he used the only strength he could muster to sit upright. Almost knocking his head on the wall behind his bed.

"Relax." the familiar voice spoke with a soft yet indifferent tone.

This time around, Zemon was certain it was his father's voice. Nobody had the ability to sound soft spoken and balance it with an 'dunkia' tone so perfectly.

"Daddy! Weytin dey happen? (what's going on?)" Zemon asked almost shaking in his Yenagoa urban pidgin accent. This time, he could see the faces in his room clearly.

Just near his bed stood a very tall bearded man dressed in an Ankara trouser and a long sleeve shirt. His eyes were hard but not as much as his voice.

The other was a girl who looked like she was in her twenties. To Zemon's kind of mentality, calling her a girl was not something he would do. Although, she was kind of frail and small looking.

"Shift na.." His Dad drawled. Gesturing with his hands, he asked the strangers to move away from the bed. "You'll scare him," He told them with a hushed tone.

It was late for that cause Seeing was already scared.

"I told you guys not to come in until I ask you to." His father added.

"Sorry Nelson." The smallish woman said in a rather cold accent that Zemon couldn't place. "But we just couldn't wait to see our new student."

Student? Zemon mentally asked himself. What was she talking about?

Even in his frightened state, He looked at her and studied her more. She had a pointed nose with hair tied back into a bun. She had on a black body hugging knee length dress which out of it, proceeded a black leggings and a pair of black flat shoes that looked like they were meant for her feet. It suited her well.