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He stood under the umbrella tree facing the courtyard of the castle.
He stood barefooted, feeling the carpeted grass beneath his feet.
Closing his eyes, trying to will himself away from everything.
It was as if he was outside his own body, watching himself, seeing the pain clearly on his face, the pain he desperately wanted to hide.
It wasn't possible, Lions do not give up without their last roar. And his father hadn't got a chance to do this.
This was all a dream. Maybe if he willed his mind far, far away he might end up waking up his body and seeing that it was all indeed a dream.
He had cried enough
"Showing your emotions, would only make you weak. The crown is a gamble when you stake things out be ready to win or loose."
The king bellowed in his head.
It was a memory, one that happened barely four months ago. When his Father was still himself, constantly giving him his words of wisdom.
He would say he was grooming him.
Could he have known he would go so soon?
He knew he had to be strong. Their culture did not allow for weakness. His father was to be buried immediately according to their customs.
It is said that delay in the burial rite might make one miss the flying boat that took one to "okwu".
If such a thing existed, he wouldn't want his father to miss it because of him.
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"Now that the king has been buried according to our rites. It is time for your coronation my prince.The throne of uromi cannot be vacant."
The Okiahmoh (prime minister), a tall slim man with patches of white hair on his head and an overly slim face interrupted the silence in the throne room.
"You are right Esunuweya."
Two other elders seconded him.
Iredia who sat with his two hands on his head. Slowly raised his head up to observe all in the room.
His blood red eyes where the only evidence of his plight.
"My father is not even a day old in his grave and you are planning to replace him"?
"My mother your queen, hasn't even spoken a word since my father died and we are supposed to carry on with the rites?"
"My brothers are not even aware that they have lost their father."
"Have you no human sympathy? Is the throne all you care about?"
He said in a shaky voice.
His uncle imonitie, interrupted him.
"Iredia, your father was dear to us all, but traditions must be upheld. If it isn't there would be no order."
"In all my wildest dreams I would not have envisioned you standing there are talking like this uncle. I guess you are all just a bunch of old power hungry people."
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