MasukImose woke up to the crow of the Cock. The room was dimly lit. The oil lamp glowed lazily. Getting up she picked the broom made from Palm fronds laying beside the mud bed and walked out of her hut to sweep her father's compound.
Imose was an only child. Her mother had died at her birth, and her father, Chief Idemudia had refused to marry another wife for he loved his wife dearly. He raised Imose with the help of his sister who later died of a strange ailment. People called Imose cursed but to Chief Idemudia, she was his priceless jewel. The symbol of the love between him and his late wife
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“Do you have everything?” asked Xander.“I think so,” I replied.The kitchen was mostly done and mostly clean. We had two bedrooms painted and ready, the house was starting to take shape. We had decided that there was enough done for us to move into parts of the house. The main corridors were done, not all painted but at least primed.
The plane finally above ground and now I can feel the excitement rushing in, I get to travel for basically a month, maybe more. Me getting lost and finding cool things which, I don't mind at all, is probably the most exciting part of the trip.Not going to lie, I will miss everyone back home and walking down the street and getting my afternoon boba drink and eating pizza at the world fair garden but looking at a new scenary is also a good adrenaline rush.I got up from my seat since now it is safe to do so and walked over to the nearest flight attendant."Excuse me but can I sleep in the other room with the bed in it?"She looked over at me and gave me a smile."Of course you can. Was there anything you needed before falling asleep?"I looked at my phone that I was holding in my hand and looked at the bar behind her, more like the kitchen if you asked me."Yeah, could I get a small snack and a hot tea?""Sure. Anyth
Imose woke up to the crow of the Cock. The room was dimly lit. The oil lamp glowed lazily. Getting up she picked the broom made from Palm fronds laying beside the mud bed and walked out of her hut to sweep her father's compound.Imose was an only child. Her mother had died at her birth, and her father, Chief Idemudia had refused to marry another wife for he loved his wife dearly. He raised Imose with the help of his sister who later died of a strange ailment. People called Imose cursed but to Chief Idemudia, she was his priceless jewel. The symbol of the love between him and his late wife
A cidade já era visível a uns vinte quilômetros, ela ficava no pé da montanha, e o terreno só subia até chegar nela, o pântano permitia uma visão clara do horizonte, e era visível só longe o formato de prédios, algumas luzes muito fracas eram visíveis também.Chegando mais perto formas mais específicas começaram a se distinguir, quanto mais ao centro da cidade mais altos os edifícios, todos de corres parecidas, todos marrons, o mesmo marrom do pântano, o mesmo tipo de terra formava o pântano e era usada como base para construção.Andando em direção a ela não era visível mas do alto podia-se notar a típica forma de design urbano dos Ohla, nas laterais mais ao longe da cidade residências de trabalhadores de grande porte físico, casas altas com portas largas, feita para os lenhadores, quebradores de rocha entre outros, depois uma série de casas bem menores, feitas para os trabalhadores pequenos
Chapter 5: NightmaresAtheos POV