Okoroafor Chike
04-20-2010, 08:55 PM
Jalingo's head chimed so hard its effect buzzed in his ear-drums. His eyes retracted in accordance with the painful sensation which enshrouded his back like a ploughed field. The coming force on the wings of a malicious swipe left Jalingo in shock with non-modulated charges in the veins of his mouth dropping his jaws. But the greater shock stung his senses when he realised that all these had actually happened outside the cellar.
As the annoying sound dwindled, Jalingo began faintly to hear those whining female voices. Jalingo rebelled against his cruel stiffness, tilting his head forward with his left elbow pinned to the ground. Gazing again but woefully, he craved to behold the face of his supposed attacker. But the bright light of morning cursed his vision, leaving him only with his own bewilderment which took him with no respite.
In the midst of Jalingo's growing confusion, one of the assaliants advanced towards him with an assegai poised for a quick thrust at mid air.
'Leave him alone, you...,' Onia cried out huskily.
'Say it! Say it you filthy piece of garbage!'
'Zulambe?' Jalingo muttered in full suprise.
'Yes? Do you want to speak too?' Zulambe asked with an enraged tone.
Zulambe, full of an infamous ego, finally stood in front of his fellow escapist. He made Jalingo cring with the tip of his spear till their eyes met. Without regret he looked Jalingo in the eyes, mocking him with a malignant laugh.
'Why are you doin this, Zulambe?'
'Do you think we are stupid?'
Zulambe pointed to his rather submissive partner, Kumaungi; who though had his bow drawn at close range, stood jittery.
'Look, we will no longer wait for you or either listen to whatever that old lunatic ever told you again.'
'And so you both decided to leave?'
'Yes. But we will not leave with empty bags. We'll leave with the remaining food and water.'
As the annoying sound dwindled, Jalingo began faintly to hear those whining female voices. Jalingo rebelled against his cruel stiffness, tilting his head forward with his left elbow pinned to the ground. Gazing again but woefully, he craved to behold the face of his supposed attacker. But the bright light of morning cursed his vision, leaving him only with his own bewilderment which took him with no respite.
In the midst of Jalingo's growing confusion, one of the assaliants advanced towards him with an assegai poised for a quick thrust at mid air.
'Leave him alone, you...,' Onia cried out huskily.
'Say it! Say it you filthy piece of garbage!'
'Zulambe?' Jalingo muttered in full suprise.
'Yes? Do you want to speak too?' Zulambe asked with an enraged tone.
Zulambe, full of an infamous ego, finally stood in front of his fellow escapist. He made Jalingo cring with the tip of his spear till their eyes met. Without regret he looked Jalingo in the eyes, mocking him with a malignant laugh.
'Why are you doin this, Zulambe?'
'Do you think we are stupid?'
Zulambe pointed to his rather submissive partner, Kumaungi; who though had his bow drawn at close range, stood jittery.
'Look, we will no longer wait for you or either listen to whatever that old lunatic ever told you again.'
'And so you both decided to leave?'
'Yes. But we will not leave with empty bags. We'll leave with the remaining food and water.'