Emeka Transforms in the Pit

By Afam Nnabuchi

Emeka was born in a lowly African village. He grew to become a bully that most children of his age dreaded. He left the village after his primary education to his uncles house in the city where he went for an adventure with his cousin. That singular adventure changed the course of his entire life and he made an unbelievable discovery that made him a hero.

• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse
• Release date: Feb 12, 2013
• ISBN: 9781477296783

Afam Nnabuchi

Nwobodo Afam Gideon is a graduate of Creative Arts from Yaba College of Technology, Lagos, Nigeria. He finds his greatest passion in writing life transforming fictions and non-fictions. He has written about six books that are yet to be published which are all centered on advancing life. He resides in Lagos, Nigeria.

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© 2013 by Afam Nnabuchi. All rights reserved.

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Published by AuthorHouse   02/07/2013

ISBN: 978-1-4772-9679-0 (sc)

ISBN: 978-1-4772-9678-3 (e)

Library of Congress Control Number: 2012923120

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CONTENTS

1. HIS EARLY DAYS

2. HE LEAVES THE VILLAGE

3. ENCOUNTER WITH THE DOGS

4. RUN FOR DEAR LIFE

5. A NIGHT IN THE PIT AND THE UNBELIEVABLE DISCOVERY

6. LIFE IN THE NEW SCHOOL

7. A RETURN TO THE VILLAGE

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1. HIS EARLY DAYS

Jubilation was the word that defined the atmosphere in Mazi Ukwu-adu’s compound. Women of different sizes and endowments were clad in their dancing shoes shaking their waists and wriggling in unison. Fat, slim, tall, short, and even the skinny women showcased their dancing prowess, as they moved energetically to the rhythm. A handful of the women were dressed in tattered cloths, while the others danced to Nwuye-ibe’s song with wrappers tied across their breasts. Nwuye-ibe was originally from Agbeke village before her marriage to Ibe from Obuoffia village. The two villages shared practically everything in common, including their boundary, culture, women, dialect and skills. Word of mouth had it that while the Colonial Masters were very much around, both villages were ruled by one traditional ruler—Igwe Egbo-Omenuko, the best ruler those villages ever had.

Nwuye-ibe was the renowned village song leader, and her husband consistently praised her by comparing her voice with the voice God reserved for some of His angels. Though people laughed at his joke, nobody could dispute the fact that her singing prowess was a gift from God. Grapevine news had it that her sonorous voice was what attracted her husband, Ibe, to her.

Though she did not pass for the most beautiful woman in the village, Ibe took little notice. She was twice the fattest woman in Obuoffia village, tall but mostly unkempt, yet Ibe showered her with praises especially when she sang, and she always did.

Che-che-che umu Obuoffia kwe nu! was Anionu’s voice on the other part of Mazi Ukwu-adu’s compound where the male folks had gathered in extreme jubilation. Yee! the other men chorused. Most of them had taken at least two rounds of who-send-you glass of palm-wine each.

A good thing has happened to our brother and friend and we must rejoice. Anionu continued as he took a long sip from the glass of palm wine he carried. Anyone who proclaims that children are not good, mocks God. added Ujam, the village palm wine tapper. His presence, alongside the biggest tiddun of palm wine available, was highly essential once Mazi Ukwu-adu was informed that his wife had been delivered of a baby boy.

In Obuoffia village, a baby boy was like three baby girls combined. To them, all humans are not equal but some are more equal than others, as obtained in the story of the animal farm.

The jubilation in Mazi Ukwu-adu’s house was not because his wife had a child, but because the