Narrow Mistake

By Efualajong Folefac

This is a story of a goddess called Mother vision, who built her realm and wanted it to be free from evil. she created two sons possessing her godlike genes to be able to protect and beautify her world with their various talents. Evil possessed one of her son, Synturuma; hatred came, and love became under threat and the world and would of men were been swapped and tormented. The creator of the world of the living; Mother Vision, was not happy to see her son faced with a tempting decision to choose between evil and love. His choice created a loop hole, panic and chaos in the realm of the living. Then rose an anxiety and he captured all the unborn children in the realm to his own created realm called Efianku, where he was god-establishing his own dominion. The rage of avoiding his madness eventually led to the use of magic. However, Mother Vision was not interested in the title but to protect the world she had created so it went:

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris UK
• Release date: Jan 16, 2012
• ISBN: 9781469134680

Efualajong Folefac

Efualajong Folefac:I was born in 19/04/1990 in a village called Muyenge – Cameroon. I grew and studied there. I had the passion for writing, so many things in my head to share but I was limited, my mum being the caring and hard working mum she is, doubles her effort to ensure me and my siblings had the opportunity of going to school from the little cocoa plantation we had. She always wants the best for her children and from her little savings; she was able to invest on me for my education for the good of me and my family.

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Efualajong Folefac

ISBN:          Softcover                                 978-1-4691-3467-3

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Dedication

This book is dedicated to my parents: late Efualajong Tatuh Stephen (my father) and Anyingoh Esther (mum) and my siblings.

CONTENTS

Acknowledgement

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

ACKNOWLEDGEMENT

To:

My editor; Chief Dorm; Tazison Christopher; Anyalefac Kejang;

Theresia Kejang Threne Kejang and Folefac Emmanuel for their support given to me throughout the publication of this book.

CHAPTER 1

Danity jaunts around his parlour from one position to another murmuring to himself. To him, his present was not going well, so he accused his past for hunting him down. His glass of wine was finished but he still drinks up without noticing. He’s been overtaken by his thoughts.

‘Could it be my psychology was trying to ruin my success of achieving?’ he thought. The world was going round his head.

‘I’ve tried all these years of my life to erase the memories of my past, yet it kept on hunting me. My old friend Peter Khlan never stops from telling me the truth.’

‘Oh! How come!’ he echoed.

‘I have been neglecting his words, now what will I do to get out of my past, which… ?’

At a point of time he stopped and nodded his head and gazed at the ceiling unsatisfactorily.

Outside his house, Khlan had been knocking at his door. He had been there for a while, and it appeared no one was at home. He then turned to walk off before his eyes rolled on the door again and he realised it wasn’t locked from inside. He pushed in and ushered himself in to the house. Danity’s thinking ran shallow, and Khlan, on entering, turned his head to the left and saw him; a grim expression first washed his face then afterward he put on a faint smile and asked,

‘What the hell were you doing in this house not to have heard the knocks on the door?’

‘Thinking,’ replied Danity in a perturbed tone.

‘Not to hear the knocks on the door!’ said Khlan.

‘Isn’t it obvious?’ replied Danity.

‘Oh! Your past again.’ He guessed. ‘common friend, for so long you have lamented and wallow in this your same thoughts,’ said Khlan.

‘Don’t I deserve to be happy?’ asked Danity.

‘You do,’ replied Khlan.

‘The worries are tearing me apart, my poor behaviours in the past led to my mother’s death,’ said Danity.

‘I’m lost here, could you be more explicit?’ asked Khlan.

Peter Khlan licked his lips with his tongue three times and folded his arms in a little doubt; then, he walked quietly closer to Danity to engage himself properly to the conversation.

‘A fairytale, as a child growing up, little did I know that the thing I was doing was affecting the people around me who loved and cared for me. The case of my mother was not much of a difference. At my entry into maturity, I never knew that life will one day face her wrongs, the moment was so sweet, ambitious, and with a lot of anxiety, I was now left alone in the outside world to face my own realities. In my plight, I got hooked up with a beautiful, sexy, and eloquent lady—a charisma of true beauty. How love was at that time did not matter to me and all I wanted was to taste the moment of my growth. She loved me and wouldn’t allow anything whatsoever to hurt me, but I took it for granted and failed to consider her emotions. Like so, Miriam became pregnant. My mother loved her so much and was even proposing her to me for marriage, she did not know her current status and I did not want her to or anybody else. I was so naive and to me at that time—I did not see myself of becoming a father at my tender age of nineteen. I pleaded with her for an abortion but she refused and was wishing to become a single parent, to which of course I did not abide because my name would remain soiled and black to all those who know me.

‘I wanted it secret, but she was refusing the termination, to an extent that she could no longer condone the anger of my unhappiness. She went and reported it to my mother. The secret I was trying to protect had been revealed. I grew so furious and turn the other page of my darkness for her to read. These hurt her so badly and affected the baby in her womb. She miscarried and the event of my nervousness led to her death.

‘My mother couldn’t believe the monster of a son she bore and this and many more made her to persistently think about how my future will look like. She went hypertensive and slowly she died,’ said Danity.

Khlan could feel the painful emotions, but all he could do was to advise him to have a family who would put a smile on his face again as before.

‘Let the past be the past and you should try and rest your mind on the future and present,’ said Khlan.

CHAPTER 2

Far down the east, the cave of lentidiogo had now become the habitat of the secret cult of menasa with Keri Mother as their high priestess. During one of their meetings, the cult went chaotic and the unexpected just happened. Cynthia, a floor member, had just objected Keri Mother’s words in boldness and everyone in the meeting was surprised at her courage, and the carcasses of humans they were feeding on goes sour. Another meeting had been given to Cynthia to host.

‘Keri Mother! It is a no from me. It is written in the obb of menasa and the oath I took. New members are to sacrifice five of their beloved ones in the sanctuary of the Epps, and after this is done, they shall now have the right as any member in the family. This I have done. Why should the next meeting be given to me?’ asked Cynthia.

‘Perhaps a choice from the gods,’ replied Keri Mother.

‘That’s absurd,’ said Cynthia.

‘Ali geoh,