Made In Zed

Made In Zed Excellence only

27/02/2021
Made in Zed app coming soon.
14/11/2020

Made in Zed app coming soon.

Visit the blog at http://rechianatemboofficial.blogspot.com/
20/10/2020

Visit the blog at http://rechianatemboofficial.blogspot.com/

Happy reading! R18VL

*****

THE RIDE BY RECHIANA

'Old habits die hard but sometimes they kill you.'

An overweight middle-aged Caucasian male with grey eyes and a greasy bald head drove his truck down an open road.

The cool wind from his window refreshed him as he stuffed his mouth with nuts. He pumped his fist to the metal blasting through his radio. His walkie talkie buzzed and he turned down the music.

"Yo Stevie, what's up?" he cheerfully asked and crushed some more nuts in between his teeth.

"How far long are you, Jones? You know that we have a deadline!" Stevie's raspy voice blasted through the speakers.

"Only two more hours and I'll be there," Jones replied and smirked at the sound of grumbling from the other side.

"Fine, just get here by then or you're fired." Stevie harshly threatened.

"Okki dokki," Jones replied and laughed at the mumbling that followed.

Jones changed the radio station with his greasy fingers and leaned back on his chair. His eyes focused on the road while his ears ignored the adverts playing on the radio.

'Good morning, this is Tom Edwards with more news concerning the recent killings in Kansas City. We have received word that more bodies of hikers have been found in the woods. All of them contained multiple stab wounds. Sheriff Roderick urges all residents to stay in doors and be cautious when out. He further states that - '

Jones turned the station back to Rock FM. His eyes spotted two slender women by the roadside. They appeared to be college students in their early twenties. He twisted his face in disgust as he observed them arguing. One of them hesitantly raised her hand but Jones drove right past them and grunted.

"With that killer on the loose, it's going to be difficult for me to find the right company for my road trip." Jones finished his nuts.

He pulled out a can of Red Bull when he saw a boy in a blue hood. Jones' eyes trailed his tiny figure, and he licked his lips. When the boy raised his hand to stop the truck, Jones exasperated in excitement.

"Today is my lucky day." Jones packed the truck by the roadside. He slid down the window and set his eyes on the boy hiding behind the shadow of his hood, "Where are you headed young man?" he asked, squirming in the inside and barely hiding his excitement. The boy said nothing but pointed ahead, "Good enough for me. Get in." he opened the door for him.

The two drove in silence. Jones regularly stole a look at the boy through his mirror and grinned deviously at himself every time. The boy still had his hood on but Jones could see his lips.

"These plump lips smell of innocence. I'll be sure to bite on them." Jones thought and fidgeted at the tingling sensation running through his body.

"What's your name kid?" Jones asked the boy, but he said nothing but crack his gloved fingers.

Jones's eyes longingly looked at them. He almost swore he could feel their warmth. Jones gripped his steering wheel tight just to stop himself from reaching out touching them.

"With hands like that, who wouldn't be in the mood for a ha***ob?"

The boy hid his hands away in the pockets of his hood as if he could hear Jones's dirty thoughts and faced straight ahead. This time around, Jones averted his eyes to the boy's legs.

"They are perfect enough to be wrapped around my waist." Jones grinned to himself.

"You don't talk much, do you boy? You can't even tell me your name." Jones let out a hefty laugh but the boy still maintained his silence. "No matter, I'll just call you Justin Bieber because you kind of look just like him." Jones involuntarily licked his lips.

This time, the boy lifted his head up and looked at Jones from the corner of his eye. Due to the hood over his head, Jones couldn't tell whether he was appalled or afraid. Regardless, Jones didn't care at all.

Jones could no longer contain himself. He parked the truck alongside the road and unbuckled his seat belt. With his left hand, he grabbed the boy's crouch and gave it a squeeze.

"Now this is what's going to happen; you will do everything I tell you to or else I will kill you." Jones threatened and leaned closer. He took a long sniff of the boy. "Oh god you smell so good."

The boy scoffed and grabbed hold of Jones's wrist. He squeezed it hard and Jones widened his eyes at his massive strength. The boy turned to face Jones and dropped his hood.

Jones's eyes stretched even wider and his face paled at the grown man smirking at him. He pulled his hand back appalled and the man burst out laughing.

"What's the matter?" he asked, Jones' heart fell into his stomach at the hoarseness it projected.

Truly, a man was before him. Jones gapped in disbelief at the dark shadow around his jaw. His eyes set on Marilyn Monroe tattoo on his rough neck. Jones could not keep his jaw up.

"Is it that much of a disappointment to you that I am not a 14-year-old boy but a 40-year-old man?" the man snickered sinisterly.

"Get the f**k out of my truck, you freak!" Jones blurted out spraying saliva and leaned back.

The strange man unbuckled his seat belt and pinned his knee on the chair while his hands spread apart—touching the windscreen and chair.

"You wanted to know who I am, didn't you?" he asked and reached into his back pocket.

"What are you doing?" Jones fearfully asked him.

The man brought back a dagger and laughed softly, "I am the nameless sadistic serial killer in these parts. Stabbing people is my hobby just as defiling children is yours. Now that the two of us have met, what is to happen?" The killer drew closer.

"Back away from me you son of a bitch." Jones blurted out with his hand protecting his face, and the other opening the door.

"No! You and I are scum! When scums meet, it's either they become friends or kill each other. You have already displayed your disgust for me so there's no chance of us ever being friends. Therefore, one of us has to f**king die and it's not going to be me!"

The killer dived at Jones and stabbed his hand. Jones screamed at the blade protruding through his palm. He pushed the killer to the side, hurried to the other door but screamed at the dagger piercing into his back. More and more stabs cut through him.

Blood splashed on the killers face and got onto the windscreen. The chair got stained as the stabs continued. The dagger landed on Jones's cheek, all over his hands and even on his chest. His thighs weren't spared either. The killer aimed for Jones eye but the dagger plunged into Jones's other palm instead.

Jones kicked the killer as hard as he could, and he fell out, landing hard on his back and hitting the back of his head on the tarmac. The killer rolled his side, chuckling despite his throbbing head. Using the tire for support, he slowly got back on his feet. He smiled deviously at Jones who just laid there semi-conscious all bloody and beaten and barely breathing.

The killer took a step forward but a sudden honk forced his head to jerk to the left. He opened his mouth to shout but his voice was drowned by the sudden bang of a bus hitting him. The killer's body fell to the tarmac and was run over by the bus. His squashy body rolled over on the road and came to a bloody halt. The driver skidded to a stop and the passengers looked out their windows horrified at the mushy red sight of a broken skull on the road.

Some of them followed the driver out while the rest stayed to call 911. Jones heard the sounds of their faint voices, but he was too weak to move.

His vision got darker and darker until he could no longer see any more. He felt his lungs giving up and his ribcage froze. Jones' head tilted to the side and blood poured out of his mouth. His lifeless eyes stayed open—facing the outside.

"Jones! Jones! Pick up you son of a bitch! Clients are waiting for your ass. I swear if you cost us another contract, you are fired! Jones!!" Stevie blasted through the speakers.

Moral of the story : Eventually, everyone meets their match. Never underestimate anyone.

09/09/2020

😎 tips for greatness

27/08/2020

1905 guys

19/08/2020

ARMAGEDDON AFTERMATH
Chapter 6 - Suicidal Quest

Queen Cecilia could barely contain herself. She snatched Alipah’s shoulders, shaking her vigorously to Levi’s dismay but it was three women who separated them. Cecilia pointed an accusing finger at Alipah, the fire in her teary sore eyes hot.

“Now I know that you don’t mean good for this kingdom.” Cecilia blurted out.

“Mother!” Levi protested.

“She led you out there to get ambushed. What makes you think that she won’t do it again?!” Cecilia screamed at Levi, turning her hate filled gaze back at Alipah’s frown, she said, “She is a traitorous bitch.”

One warrior stepped out of the crowd. He got down on his knee and stabbed the ground with his sword. He put his badly burnt shield face down. The warrior kept his humble gaze away from the old king who watched him curiously.

“My king, your greatness, please forgive my intrusion but there is something I must say,” he said, with his eyes closed.

“Speak, my brave son,” King Mwaba permitted.

The warrior licked his lips nervously, “Your majesty, while on the battlefield, Princess Alipah fought against her people with us. She saved lives of our warriors, including mine. I speak for every warrior who went out with her when I say that we trust her with our lives.”

More warriors stepped in and got down on their knees. They each laid their weapons on the ground in solidarity to Alipah’s reputation. Alipah quickly wiped off her tears at their loyalty. Levi gave her a comforting pat on her shoulder.

Queen Cecilia clenched her jaw annoyed. She eyed Alipah from head to toe, rolled her eyes at her and made her way back into the palace. King Mwaba silently watched her leave. As soon as she was out of sight, he nodded his head in approval at the young men bowing before him.

“Thank you for your honesty,” he contented, smiling faintly at Alipah, he said, “I knew that she is not capable of such things. I have known her since she was a child.” he got off his throne.

He motioned his hand up and the warriors stood. They stomped their feet and saluted at him in respect. King Mwaba nodded his head pleased. He averted his gaze to the anticipating crowd.

“It is imperative that we summon Sango. Abbadon shall attack again,” he insisted.

“Then we must leave to get the cursed book tonight, father,” Levi spoke up, “Alipah, you will lead us to where it was buried,” he said to her and she nodded.

King Mwaba set his hand on Levi’s shoulder, “No, son. You shall not go with them,”

“But father,” Levi protested, upset.

“You are my only heir. I cannot risk losing you out there. Alipah will lead a small group to the book. She is more than capable of completing such a mission on her own,” King Mwaba softly explained, sighing, “Moreover, I need you here in case we are attacked.”

Alipah stepped up, “His majesty is right,” she agreed.

Levi furrowed at her boldness. He scratched the back of his neck in thought. After a pause, he slowly nodded in agreement. Upon seeing that, the warrior who saved Alipah’s reputation stepped up.

“I, Tamandani, will go with Princess Alipah,” he offered.

“I, Izukanji, will go with the princess too,” another said through his mustache, he had a chubbier build and short stature but arms of steel.

“I, Misozi, also will go.” a red cloaked woman stepped up. She put her bow on her flat chest and bowed to King Mwaba.

King Mwaba turned to Alipah, “There’s your team. Go and retrieve the cursed book. May luck be on your side.”

****

Alipah loaded guns into her backpack. She picked up a katana and walked out of her room. Levi stood in her path at the bottom of the staircase. He walked with her outside. Together they watched the team get into a Pajero with Misozi on the wheel.

“I have to go,” Alipah said.

“Be safe,” Levi responded.

Alipah got into the car but it was Levi who banged the door shut. Their eyes locked as they read each other’s hearts. There was a sense of oneness but yet elusiveness.

Levi stepped back when he heard the engine roar. The gatekeepers rolled the gates open. The Pajero sped out into the darkness. Levi watched it go down the dusty road until the gates were closed back.

****

The sound of music coming out of Izukanji’s headsets filled the rather silent car. Alipah looked out her window in a daze. Tamandani and Misozi decided to give her space considering that she was mourning Musa.

Misozi hit a bump in the road. Alipah faced away from the window yawning. She looked on as Misozi joined the Kafue road. The headlights flashed on several abandoned cars off the road. The few on the road gave them enough room to go around them.

Alipah turned to the car watch—it was 9:30 p.m. “When we get to the Samsung –” a sudden bump interrupted her.

Several other bumps ensued, and they forced Izukanji to take off his headsets. He looked back at the bodies scattered all over the road. Misozi tightened her hold on the sterling wheel. Alipah breathed out through her mouth.

“Turn off the headlights when we get to the Samsung building. The last thing we need are demons delaying our mission.” Alipah finally said.

“Yes, Princess,” Misozi responded and Tamandani nodded.

The team approached the ruins of the Cosmopotalian mall. A group of people saw them come and took cover—some hiding underneath cars and others behind the rubble. They peeped out as soon as the car zoomed past them.

Makeni mall was no different. The flames engulfing the KFC sign lit up the road but it was the crowd of savages with machetes and guns that caught the team’s attention. Tamandani and Izukanji cocked their guns.

Misozi maintained her speed and raced past them. They occupied the road, hurling insults at them. A boney man of an ebony shade staggered his way to the road. He had a machine gun hanging loose on his shoulder, and a bottle of Bolz in his hand. He took a sip of his Bolz as the others hollered behind him.

He then pointed his gun up and fired. Izukanji ducked instinctively at the sound of bullets. He shuddered and leaned back knowing that they were all safe in the car thanks to the bullet proof windows. Moreover, they were far off for any of the bullets to get to them anyway.

It wasn’t long before they came to the towering view of Samsung building. The large label missed an S and read amsung but it made no difference to the team. Misozi turned off the headlights and slowed down. Tension occupied the space as the looming thoughts of being attacked by demons dominated their senses.

Misozi made a turn for the Freedom roundabout. Having gotten out of demon territory without detection, she turned on the headlights. Their rays of light hit the dry national eagle water fountain. Dark graffiti was sprayed all over it. Alipah paid specific attention to the word ‘Monks’ glittering in green just below the eagle.

The team drove on in silence. They paid no attention to the destruction of everything along the way. They were just grateful for having made it that far without any casualties.

“Stop the car,” Alipah ordered after Misozi drove past the ruins of East Park Mall.

Misozi hid the Pajero behind a wrecked Rosa bus. Alipah was first out of the car. She took in the cold breeze in her face as the others shut their doors. They stood around, each carrying not only their weapons but digging tools too.

Alipah scanned the ghostly green bridge leading to the University of Zambia campus. Underneath it was a barricade of burnt cars. Shattered glass glimmered on the tarmac in the moonlight. Alipah shifted her gaze to a path leading straight to the Ruins hostels.

“That path is too open.” she said to the attentive trio, “We will go around that way, use the clinic as cover and make our way to the Kwacha hostel. Underneath the ground floor is where the book is.” Alipah brought her wrist watch to her face, “It is two minutes past midnight. Let’s make this mission quick. In and Out. Got it?”

“Yes, Princess,” they all answered.

The team stealthily walked around the Ruins hostel—guns pointed forward and fingers on triggers ready. Tamandani tucked and rolled over to the other side of the road.

He stuck his neck out with his eyes sweeping the old buildings for any sign of danger. He listened to the eerie silence for a while before giving Izukanji a thumbs up.

Izukanji motioned his head to the front and all three of them dashed in front of Tamandani who was still keeping guard. Tamandani followed them—walking backwards with his gun flashing in everywhere.

The team scattered at the view of the clinic. Alipah hid behind a waste bin and pulled up her binoculars. She spied at the shadows of the building while the rest waited for her signal. She gave them a thumbs up, and they all rushed to the hostels.

A sudden bright light stopped them in their trucks. Alipah shielded her eyes from the blinding light. She gasped at the masked people in black approaching them. In seconds, they were all surrounded.

The team stood back to back with their guns pointing at the threats smirking at them. They paved the way to a bald tall man in a dark trench coat. Unlike the others, his face wasn’t hidden away. His dark eyes studied Alipah’s hardened face.

“Well, well, well, what do we have here?” his husky voice met the wind.

****What have they gotten themselves into? Keep a lookout for tomorrow's update.

BELOW IS MY DEBUT NOVEL. I'LL APPRECIATE ALL THE SUPPORT.

18/08/2020

ARMAGEDDON AFTERMATH
Disclaimer: Not edited

Chapter 4 - The Old Legend

MANY YEARS AGO

Two women danced around a boiling pot. One stood over the pot, stirring its greenish mixture as she chuckled along with the other two. In her hand was an open book. No words occupied its pages, but symbols and drawings.

“Sandra, get the final piece needed.” the one with the book ordered.

“Okay, Mubiana.” Sandra replied.

Sandra squeaked happily, twirling around on her tippy-toes. She danced all the way to the old oak cabinet. She pulled open a drawer to a colorless jar and in it was a dark feather. Sandra looked over her shoulder, grinning at the others.

“Hurry up, midnight is almost upon us.” one other woman insisted, pointing at the wall clock.

“Relax, Bella.” Sandra said, giggling.

“Be careful, it’s a miracle that we found that fallen angel feather.” Bella anxiously cautioned.

Sandra carefully picked the jar. This time around, she took care to approach the pot slowly. Bella took the jar from her, smiling widely at the others. They waited excitedly as she unscrewed the lid.

As Bella pulled out the feather, Mubiana eyed the wall clock. It was only a minute to midnight. Bella held the feather above the steamy pot. Mubiana and Sandra exchanged evil grins.

“No more shall we run away from witch finders.” Mubiana declared.

“My only regret is that Cynthia won’t be here to witness it all.” Sandra lamented, frowning.

Bella lowered the feather to the steam, glaring at the pot, she said, “With this, we will avenge her death. Everyone who torched her will burn.”

“They will all burn.” Mubiana hissed.

“Burn.” Sandra mimicked.

The feather touched the soup at the sound of the alarm clock. In a blink of an eye, the pot shook rapidly. A bright spark followed—blinding the witches before sending them slamming into the walls.

Sandra was the first to open her eyes. Her face lit up at the glowing green light illuminating the room. She heard Mubiana moan and turned to her. Mubiana gasped at the light. She shook Bella awake who whimpered in response.

The witches staggered their way to the pot. Their jaws dropped at the bubbling soup. Mubiana rubbed her throbbing forehead as she picked up a cup. She scooped the soup into the cup and handed it to Bella. Bella smiled at her and together, they all left the kitchen.

They came to a door. Sandra pulled out a key from her bra. She unlocked the door to a pregnant woman bound in chains on a chair. Rolls of garlic filled her smoky bruised neck. She growled at the clouds of smoke covering her face.

The woman angrily hissed at the witches through her fangs. Her red eyes revealed nothing but resentment. The trio looked on unfazed by her beastly growls.

“Release me!” she demanded, screaming in rage.

“Not a chance, bitch.” Mubiana retorted.

“Well, at least until you do us a little favor.” Bella coyly cooed.

“So, be a good vampire and,” Sandra held up the cup to the woman, “drink this.”

“The hell I’m I drinking that.” the vampire refused.

The witches spread out around her. They nodded their heads at each. At once, they pounced on the vampire. Sandra pulled her hair back, Mubiana forced her jaw apart and Bella forced the portion down her throat.

They grinned at her gurgling. As soon as the portion finished, Bella tossed the mug cup aside—shattering it to pieces. The vampire wailed in pain, curving her neck down. Bella unlocked her chains.

They helped the vampire to the floor. She curled herself into a ball, holding her belly and gnashing her teeth in pain. The witches watched her roll over, wailing and moaning. The vampire screamed so loud that the window broke, sending tiny pieces of glass to the flow. A gash of wind swept through the room.

“She has gone into labor!” Mubiana exclaimed.

The witches took hold of the vampire. She screamed aloud in pain. Bella held her from behind as she pushed. The vampire threw her head back, pushing with all her might. Mubiana waited to catch the baby. Sandra on the other hand stood away with a wooden stake.

The vampire’s screams barely drowned the baby’s cries. Mubiana laughed happily at the baby boy in her arms. The vampire weakly reached out for her baby but Mubiana got up and dashed out.
“Give me back my baby!” the vampire demanded.

Bella stepped away from her, disgust plastered across her face. She did not blink when Sandra pounced on the vampire. Sandra stabbed the wooden stack deep into the vampire’s chest. The vampire clawed three lines her face.

Sandra fell to her side shrieking and covering her face. Bella rushed to her aid. She kicked the vampire in the face and stepped on the wooden stack. It plunged in deeper with every stomp. The vampire finally laid limp with her eyes and mouth open.

Hyperventilating, Bella glanced over to Sandra crying over her wounds. She helped her off the floor, and they left to join Mubiana. Mubiana took one look at Sandra and brought her eyes back to the baby sucking its fingers.

“We have a big job raising our precious creation.” she said, smiling.

27 YEARS LATER

Mubiana and Sandra knelt beside Bella’s body. Blood stained their hands as they cried over her. Up ahead below the mountain was a strong built man breathing fire on villagers. Smoke filled the air.

Screams spread across the land. Mubiana and Sandra trembled at the man’s thunderous roars. The destruction was far beyond their comprehension. It was all too much… even for them.

PRESENT

“What are you saying, father?” Levi asked King Mwaba.

“In order to survive this war, we need protection.” King Mwaba calmly answered, his people looked on bewildered.

“Bringing Sango back is su***de. The very witches who raised him failed to control him. They had to seal him away in Lephalin.” Levi stressed.

“What is Lephalin?” a little girl asked.

Her mother apologetically pulled her close. The girl’s father bowed to King Mwaba and Levi with his hand over his chest in remorse for his daughter’s interruption. King Mwaba shook his head disapprovingly at him.

“Let the children ask questions for wisdom has no age.” King Mwaba rebuked.

The man bowed once more, “Forgive me, your majesty.”

King Mwaba met the inquisitive gaze of the girl, “Lephalin is a dimension between hell and earth.” he answered and turned to the people, “We need Sango. He is a half human, half vampire who possesses the power essence of fallen angels. The perfect hybrid weapon of destruction.”

“There’s no way to get him out of Lephalin.” Levi said, expressing his doubt.

“The witches of Mosi O Tunya detailed how to summon him in a special book.” King Mwaba argued.

“We don’t even know where this book is.” Levi admonished.

Alipah stepped up. She kept her eyes away from Cecilia glaring at her. Levi gave her way to the throne. Alipah bowed to King Mwaba, and he nodded his head at her.

“My king, I grew up listening to stories about where the witches hid the book.” she said.

Levi widened his eyes at her surprised, “Are you saying you know where the book is?”

“Yes, I do. Legend has it that they buried it right here in Lusaka many years ago. If you let me, I can take you to the place.” Alipah humbly offered.

“Are you sure of what you are saying?” King Mwaba inquired; his old eyes studying Alipah’s expression.

Alipah nodded, “Yes, my grandmother told me herself. She was a witch, so she knew things.”

Levi pulled Alipah to face him, “Where is it?” he asked.

“It was buried somewhere within the Ruins hostels of the former University of Zambia.” Alipah said to the tensed crowd.

17/08/2020

ARMAGEDDON AFTERMATH

Chapter 3 - Drastic Measures

An old fat king, dressed in the finest silk, walked back and forth in the presence of his aged queen. He bumped onto a coffee table, quickly put his crown back in place and continued mumbling to himself.

“You worry too much, my lord. Joshua succeeds in all his missions.” his queen assured, frowning at him.

“I want her out of there, Miriam. Abbadon will not spare her despite our alliance with him.” the king stressed to which his wife sighed.

“You shouldn’t have agreed to the alliance in the first place, father.” a teenage boy rebuked as he walked into the room.

He put his shotgun on the table. Glaring at the king, the boy sat beside Queen Miriam. She embraced him; checking his sweaty body for any wounds. All the while, father and son kept their stern eyes locked.

“You dare to question my decision?” the king asked, appalled.

“We could have fought back instead of curling our tails like dogs.” he hissed back.

“Malama, that’s enough!” Miriam rebuked, scowling. Raising her finger to Malama, she said, “Do not forget that he is your father and king of this land.”

Malama got up annoyed. He scowled at his father who bared his own hardened expression. “You betrayed the very people you gave your daughter’s hand in marriage.” he glowered.

“I did what I did for the good of this kingdom!” the king blurted out.

“It was cowardice!” Malama vehemently shouted.

“What insolence!”

The king grabbed Malama, slammed him to a wall—pinning a dagger to his chin. Queen Miriam gasped in fear. She called out for the guards, and they came rushing in. None of them, however, had the courage to step in.

Large thumps were heard. The king kept his fiery gaze on Malama. The steps got louder and louder but still, the king pricked the flesh of his son. Miriam furrowed at the cut on Malama’s neck.

When Joshua finally appeared in the doorway, she desperately held onto the king’s hand. Joshua bent over and walked through the door. His horns brushed against the chandelier. He looked down at everyone puzzled.

“Master, I have delivered your message.” he announced.

The king peeled his eyes off Malama and faced up to Joshua. He nodded at him impressed. The king let go of Malama to Mirriam’s relief. Malama rubbed on his neck, avoiding Miriam’s face.

“Once again, you have pleased me.” the king contented.

“I live only to serve you.” Joshua declared.

Joshua suddenly je**ed his brows up alert. He faced up the roof, squinting his eyes. The nighttime sky appeared to him in a haze. Up above the clouds were dark winged figures flying in circles. Joshua blinked and locked eyes with the king.

“Abbadon and his legion are here.” he announced.

The king’s heart skipped a beat. He dashed out with his guards not far behind. Queen Miriam sat down tensed. Malama gestured to her to stay there and followed the king out. Joshua was the last to leave the room. He soon joined the king and his subjects looking up at the sky.

Abbadon softly landed on the ground—his flapping dark wings raising dust. Up above was his legion, still flying in circles. The king bowed down before Abbadon. His subjects, including Joshua, followed suit.

Abbadon grinned at their submission. “King Matthew, your loyalty pleases the dragon.” he said.

“Who are we to go against the dragon’s will?” King Matthew replied.

“And that’s why your kingdom is destined for greatness. If only Njakwais kingdom had your wisdom. Now they are cowering in fear behind their walls.”

Malama darkened his face at Abbadon’s words. He stole a look at King Matthew who had his head bowed and eyes closed. Malama dropped his gaze, clenching his jaw. Abbadon’s deep laugh only irritated him even more.

“Soon their walls will fall. They will serve as an example to those who refuse to join Lucifer’s army.” Abbadon grinned evilly.

****

The people of Njakwais mourned the deaths of their beloveds. It was indeed an awful night. Queen Cecilia could not be consoled. Surrounding her were her crying sisters. King Mwaba sat on his throne. His swollen eyes staring into space.

Levi observed Alipah sobbing on her own in a corner. He couldn’t help but notice people giving her nasty stares. They did everything they could to stay away from her. Levi approached her, and handed her his handkerchief.

“Thank you,” Alipah sniffed.

“I am so sorry,” Levi lamented.

Queen Cecilia scowled at Levi patting Alipah’s shoulder. She went over to them and pulled him away. The next thing everyone heard was a tight slap. Levi widened his eyes at Alipah holding her stinging cheek.

Cecilia stabbed her finger on Alipah’s chest, “Your people have betrayed us. It is your fault that my son is dead!” she bellowed.
“Mother, please –” Levi began but Cecilia flashed her hand in his face.

“Why are we still keeping her alive?” Cecilia cried.

“Mother –” Alipah was silenced with another slap.

The people murmured among themselves. Some stretched their lips in disgust whereas others rolled their eyes. Alipah kept her gaze down—feeling their hateful glares drilling through her skin and torching her soul.

She never expected her father to betray Njakwais. The two kingdoms had an alliance of over a decade. They lived in peace and solidarity. Everything was so good that even when her father offered her to Musa as a bride, no one was surprised.

It hurt her so much that her tears did nothing but fuel anger and resentment of the people. Amidst the devastated crowd, she was a disgrace. They saw her as nothing but a daughter of a traitor, not as a woman who had just lost her husband.

“If I had known that my son was going to die a night after his wedding, I wouldn’t have agreed to this marriage!” Cecilia took a swing at Alipah but Levi grabbed her wrist. “Let go of me!” she demanded.

“It is enough!” Levi snapped, digging his fingers into her wrist.

Cecilia snatched her hand away and furiously pointed at Alipah, “No, it is not!”

“If you want to blame anyone for Musa’s death, blame me! I am the one who caused his death!” Levi shouted, spraying daggers at everyone, “Me!”

The people murmured in shock. Cecilia stared wide-eyed at Levi. She grew weak in her knees at his teardrop. She couldn’t believe the shame plastered across his face. Cecilia fell to the floor, wailing in anguish. Women went to her aid, comforting her the best way they could.

King Mwaba got off his throne, his hands behind his back and despair written all over his face. He looked over his grieving people, and shook his head—mumbling to himself. “Fighting among ourselves will not save us from the wrath of Abbadon.” he said.

“Do not fear, father. It wasn’t a fair fight. We were ambushed. Now that we know that we are at war with Landobo Kingdom, we will be ready for them next time.” Levi declared with so much confidence.

King Mwaba scoffed, “Abbadon will not accept defeat.”

“We will take him down too. He is the one who killed Musa. It is our duty to avenge him…” Levi looked at the people, “and all our fallen brothers!”

Levi took in the whispers. He took notice of some people pumping their fists in the air in agreement with him. Levi hit on his chest in response to them. He, however, turned to King Mwaba shaking his head doubtfully.

“What then after defeating Abbadon?” King Mwaba expressed his skepticism.

“We will tighten our defense system.” Levi replied, unsure of King Mwaba’s pessimism.

“Another fallen angel will come after us and even if by some miracle; we defeat that one too, more will target us.” King Mwaba sighed.

Levi pondered on his words in silence. Only the women’s mourning was heard. King Mwaba flashed Levi a thoughtful look. Levi took a step forward alarmed, but King Mwaba returned to his throne, muffling to himself.

“What will become of us now, father? From what you have said, there is nothing we can do to protect ourselves.” Levi stressed.

King Mwaba tucked his lips and shook his head slowly, “No son, there is a way.”

“How? You have said it yourself that more and more fallen angels will attack us.” Levi reminded, Alipah nodded in agreement.

King Mwaba leaned back on his throne. With his dull gaze down, he rubbed his salt and paper beard. Bringing his old eyes back to Levi who was at the brick of losing his patience; he asked, “Have you ever heard of Sango?”

TO BE CONTINUED
LIKE MY PAGE FOR MORE, IF YOU LIKE WHAT I WRITE

Address

Lusaka

Alerts

Be the first to know and let us send you an email when Made In Zed posts news and promotions. Your email address will not be used for any other purpose, and you can unsubscribe at any time.

Contact The Business

Send a message to Made In Zed:

Share