CHAPTER 17

Mbakwe heaved and leaned on the bamboo door. He allowed his gaze escaped through the window, to behold the racing feet of the of vast land, which chased after them as the two zebras, hurried the chariot down the sandy path. The sun was high up–a matured day–but the passing air made it impossible for the heat to scorch the skin, he could no doubt tell that it was noon, and that soon the sun would start setting.

He didn’t bother to close his wide mouth as he yawned for the second time since he woke up. He had eaten two slice of yam with palm oil and a little wine to compliment. The aftermath had been an uncomfortable sleep. So, he wasn’t hungry, not that the food had satisfied him but, it was enough to keep the hunger at bay. His bones were weak and were crying out for rest, all he needed right now was a cold shower and a good bed to lay his weak brain.