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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He tightly grabs me by my waist and he holds me in place while I still continue to get captivated by whatever it is that is happening here. "Tell me what you see." He commands in a voice that sounds so beautifully smooth and pleasant to listen to. My words are choked up and I can't even begin to explain what lies in those eyes of his. Something about his presence is reeling me in, pulling me more soulfully closer to him, something that i am not even sure is possible but I feel this connection to him, this ancient ancient connection, like I had seen him before, like I had known him for a long time, a life time. And the way he's holding me !!! He feels familiar and yet I don't even know who this man is and it would be crazy if I told him that I've seen a Storm in his eyes, a storm that I had never seen anything like it in my life. It was beautiful and enchanting. Everything that he Is at the moment. "Nothing... I didn't see anything." I lie, as my mind fully gets back to me again, and the storm finally dissappears. He let's go of me and i move to stand on my own. He looks at the features all over my face before he furrows his thick brows, in concern while he continues to stand awfully close to me and gosh he smells so good. A huge strike of lightning echoes outside before immediate rain starts pouring outside. I could have sworn that there was a zero percent chance of rainfall tonight, it was clear and there were no clouds insight, the ocean below the balcony starts to get angry too as the waves get aggressive and the moon looks as vibrant as ever right now. We both look outside before we look at each other again. "Are you sure that you saw nothing ?" He asks and I nod my head at him. "Nothing..."
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