The Village of Motanah, preview.
The night was cold—how come he was soaked? Her thought ran wild. She noticed the oil lamp had run dry and had stopped burning too. She stood up hurriedly, traced the oil lamp on the floor with her trembling hands in the dark and filled it blindly in the dark. Somehow, she was sure she poured some in; she shook it and convinced herself that would be enough to keep the room lit for a couple of minutes. Ejuma became more nervous, her heart pounded rapidly against her chest region, and she felt a sharp pain spread beneath her breasts. She closed her eyes in anguish as she fought hard to recover from the pain that had almost suddenly become incessant within a stretch of ten seconds. She opened her eyes slowly and as the reoccurring pain departed, she forced out words again, “what do you mean foreign nightmare? I’ve not heard a thing like that before—all my life, is it a ghostly nightmare Seconds later, Okoro accepted his ...