Words of Swords
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The rain had vanquished its final drops
Pulling the last of its liquid ropes
Up the savannah and eloping away with the season
Till it's next visit, it crowns this kingdom barren
Then a much awaited lover comes knocking at the sky's door
And the land of Indarari welcomes her with songs seldom sang before
For the Moon of the Harvest only appears when rain plays it's annual hide and seek
And hopes to stay long enough to silence a past that threatens to speak
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The horse jerked, a sudden ferocious movement that made Dije fall off balance, all her grips loosening and she shut her eyes, waiting for the thump of her back hitting the rough ground and the grazing pain to radiate through out her body and free itself in a scream through her lips but none of that came. All that did was a warmth that enveloped her, holding her frame in a protective embrace.
Dije opened her eyes slowly, afraid of what she might find to be the cause of this alternation in events and indeed she was right to fear for holding her in his arms while kneeling in dirt, was a man. A strange stranger clad in indigo with incandescent eyes igniting a flame that pierced through her soul. Before she had realized it, Dije had pushed him off and sauntered to her feet, her head spinning from the rapidity of it all.
"Who are you?"
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Set in pre-colonial Western Africa against the backdrop of the 17th century Foulah revolt, this story promises to take you on an epic journey of loss, love and everything that lies in between.
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Roses and Thorns.
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To read the Completed book: Go to Okadabooks https://okadabooks.com/user/FareedaHaruna "That is my condition. I've had it imprinted in the journal already. There is nothing you can do about it" Sarki Abusadiq said gritting his teeth. It's not like he asked Yarima to slit his wrist. He was making a big deal out of nothing and it was irritating. "Of all the conditions you could attach to me, you chose her? When you know I had someone all this while. She's not even Royal" he stated clenching his fists. He couldn't beat up his father of course. It just gave him an inner strength. "You know how this goes. My father gave me a condition, so did his father, and the father after that one. That's how it works. It's either this, or Azeem takes the throne." Sarki Abusadiq said adjusting his turban. The dresser made the turban too sketchy today. He ought to get rid of it before he gets a headache. "I've done everything you've ever asked of me. I've never disrespected you. I've never done anything stupid or wrong like Azeem. Why are you doing this to me father?" he asked trying to see if a little sadness could weaken his father's choice of condition. "Young man! Man up. You're a King! Sacrifices are meant to be made. Go out. I need to rest before the council comes. Choose wisely " Sarki Abusadiq said shooing his eldest son. Yarima left the throne room with slumped shoulders. This was something he never thought would happen. How could his father do this. Well he will make a choice! A choice that would surely work in his favor!
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