The Concubine - by Elechi Amadi. Narrated in English
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mm. Niki was sure he had someone cough ahead of him. The forest truck was narrow, overgrown and winding. He could not see far ahead. He tightened his grip on his razor sharp match it and swung his wine calabash over his shoulder with his left hand. He was not afraid, but he did not want to be taken unawares. He knew that surprise can beat even the strongest. He was aware that the venerable old chief had died somewhere. His death was kept as secret as possible. This was because they wanted to give the headhunters who are now abroad in the forest a chance to capture heads for the great barrier. One tapper had even seen some of these fellows stalking in the forest and so word had gone round or more catchy that the forest was unhealthy, but of course every man who was a man would go about his business, headhunter or not. Mm GK rounded the band and faced model me a fellow Villager. His arms were folded across his chest and his biceps formed too thick notes. He was biting his lips and his eyebrows met in an angry grimace at last year. Here he spat out. Is that how it is? Mne que retorted, Do your worst um indicate guest madame Mais intentions. Immediately they had quarreled over a piece of land the previous day and many villagers had spoken in favor of um unique on the strength of this Eminem had described madam, me as amongst other things. A dishonest land grabber madam may have threatened to beat him up and here he was to fulfill his promise. Mm. Nikki was slight of build but well proportioned and he ranked as an average wrestler madam. He had a narrow, square head ax headed according to villagers and on your Roku trunk. What? Still? He had a temper as bad as that of a man with white clothes on his 10 fingers. M indicates knife showed signs of recent sharpening and there was no question of attacking a fellow Villager dangling a sharp knife, madam. A thought quickly. We have had enough of words, he sneered. Let's use our hands to if you think you're a man. Put down your match it, you know of course that I come from a family of braves. A minute reply. Come on. Then he put down his match it, his eyes riveted on his opponent for long seconds. Madam is sized up his opponent if you are afraid, Domenica said, get out of my way. I'm late for my wine tapping madam. He leaped for a flying tackle. His opponent sank on one knee, collected him on his shoulders and flung him heavily to the ground. Mm mickey. Disengaged himself and waited. He would not close in yet madam. He got up and decided to come to grips with his man for several minutes. They pushed each other about, trading down bushes like antelopes caught in the rope trap At last madam a got his two arms on his opponent's arm pits and began to push him back at full speed, hoping that some undergrowth would entangle his legs and make him fall. It almost happened, but as America was about to fall, he turned slightly sideways, engage his openings left leg with his own right leg and did a rapid half. Somersault madame! I was thrown into the air over many kids head and landed with a third on the far side. Communique leaped after him, sat on his stomach and unleashed several painful jobs to his face. As madam li weakened, he decided to stop his mouth with sand as final humiliation. But as he stretched out his hand for some earth madam he heaved his strong sideways, threw off his opponent and got up. America's caution deserted him as he gained confidence he charged that mad at me! But the later stooped, carried him shoulder high and dashed him to the ground with elephantine fury mnh side hit the jagged stump of a tree, and he lay wriggling weekly. His assailant gave him several hard knocks, but realizing that he was putting up little or no resistance left him and fled. When a Meineke came through he could hardly stand. The pain in his side was terrible with tremendous determination and willpower. He tracked home his tired look and disheveled her, covered with wild boar frightened his wife. Drama when he entered his compound. She helped him in and whispered fearfully. Was it a little pod, mm mickey waved his hands and slumped onto his bamboo bed. He felt a lump in his throat and coughed. There was blood. This is an excerpt from a book, the Concubine, written by L. H. E. Ahmadi.