Words of Swords

Dibaca 3,978
Vote 304
Bab 12
Durasi 1h 38m

Dibaca 3,978
Vote 304
Bab 12
Durasi 1h 38m

The rain had felled 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?"
    
    
    •••
    
    
    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.Hak Cipta Dilindungi Undang-Undang

1800s abubakar african historicalfiction khadija love precolonialera prosepoetry royalty spiritual war

Daftar isi

The rain had felled 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
    
    
    •••
    
    
    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?"
    
    
    •••
    
    
    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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