The Electronic Cyborg

By Sahr Lord Emmawa

A young man named Otenfeh did not like living in Kono—the eastern province of Sierra Leone. Therefore, he escaped to the capital city Freetown to join a charitable organisation called Don Bosco. In Don Bosco, he encountered with some white salesians who came from different parts of the developed world. The salesians visited Kono with Otenfeh. They were warned indeed, but without thinking about the consequences, they wilfully broke into a secret society called the poro society. That was forbidden. Guess what? They were captured and held as hostages. It was a clash of civilisations. A clash between the Western civilisation and the primitive organisation of one part of the world. The rest of the other salesians in Don Bosco in Freetown have to work together to set free their captured mates. Imagine how they will do that.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Balboa Press AU
• Release date: Aug 29, 2021
• ISBN: 9781982291730

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THE

ELECTRONIC

CYBORG

SAHR LORD EMMAWA

Copyright © 2021 Sahr Lord Emmawa.

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ISBN: 978-1-9822-9172-3 (sc)

ISBN: 978-1-9822-9173-0 (e)

Balboa Press rev. date:  11/24/2023

CONTENTS

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FIVE

CHAPTER SIX

CHAPTER SEVEN

My imagination is mightier than my tongue or my speech, and even my knowledge

I have not always been the most intelligent student in class, but I have always been among the most intelligent students in class

I love imagination, wisdom, curiosity and intelligence

CHAPTER ONE

D AWN WAS BREAKING and Otenfeh was still in bed as it was school holiday and as he had spent nearly the whole night studying. Otenfeh was a very studious young man. Throughout his school life, he liked competition very much. And quite often he emerged with victory. This morning, Otenfeh was turning and turning in his bed and suddenly he jumped out of his bed and ran outside to examine the weather. It was indeed a good day. Although Otenfeh was very studious and bookish, he did not like something, and that was doing some hard or unpleasant tasks like housework. Otenfeh found his father Aiah a very strict and hard taskmaster; and for that, quite often disputes popped up. On this morning Otenfeh woke up late and thought of doing nothing but to go outside and do some exercises. To him, the body needs as much exercise as the brain needs. Succeeding in or deeply entrenched in both, could make you a master among men.

Otenfeh went outside and began to exercise. Normally, he would go out to run in the field for so long. But this morning, he decided to exercise at home. He did some push-ups, sit-ups, jumping, stretching and so on. As Otenfeh was exercising behind the house in the compound, his father Aiah came out and asked him, What are you doing? He paused for a moment, then he asked again, Have you done some work this morning? Otenfeh’s stepmother Finda came out of the house and added to her husband’s comments. She said, Since I woke up this morning, I wanted to do some housework and prepare some breakfast but there was no water in the house. Finda put her hands around her waist and said to her husband, I wanted to tell you this but you were asleep and I did not want to interrupt you or bother you. Finda put down her hands and breathed deeply and went inside the house leaving Aiah and his son outside rowing. Aiah and his son had a bitter argument, and that was not the first time, like a few times before, this one was totally a severe one. Aiah thundered at his son trying to make him reason with him that he had to play his own part to ensure the smooth running of the house. But his son was not in for that, he strongly defended himself, and that he was tired of working like a slave in his own father’s house. Every time they had an argument similar in nature to this one, Otenfeh would cry and unclearly mention things about his own biological mother. He would complain that his father and his new wife were treating him badly because his own mother was not at home. Even though he babbled while crying, his father could understand him. Sometimes when Aiah heard his son crying and prattling those words, he would stop rebuking him and go into the house swiftly. Aiah would think about his first wife and the love they had for each other. He would think about the chemistry that was between them. But his first wife Sia, the mother of Otenfeh divorced him and got married to another man in the village. Aiah would think about a lot. He would feel fatherly affection or sentiment and pity for his only son. He would think about the special bond between them. Especially when he thought about his son’s academic prowess. Besides everything, Aiah saw his son an intellectual prodigy.

On this morning the argument was very tense and it was reaching a boiling point, but Otenfeh did not blather, he did not cry and say those words that would bring his father to attention and consideration. The argument went on and on until Otenfeh went into his room and pretended to have forgotten about his father. Aiah went into his son’s room and stood at the door and threatened to starve him if he did not help do some housework. Aiah came out again and stood at the veranda grumbling. He said, Look, you are such a reckless and lazy young man. You do not clean even in front of your room. Grass is growing all around the house. The place is getting bushy. Aiah put his hand on his mouth, he coughed and said, One would say it is the schooling that is keeping you busy. But this is a long school holiday, and yet you do not want to do anything. Aiah stood outside grumbling about a lot of things. Otenfeh was in his room hearing his father grumbling. He said nothing. He stayed in his room thinking of what to do. Otenfeh knew that his father loved him, and that with a bit of sometime, his father’s anger would dissolve. He also knew that his father was a wise man. He was a man who reasoned. A man who loved his family. He recalled what his father told him sometimes that the worst thing that had ever happened to him was when his first wife Sia abandoned him and got married to another man. He hated having a split family.

As it was during school holiday, Otenfeh thought that if his father pressed on with the issue, he would escape and go to the city—Freetown. That was not his first time to do so. In fact, he grew up in the city. He did his primary school and his junior secondary school in Freetown. He came to live with his father in Kono—the Eastern Provence after he took and passed his junior high school external exams. He passed the exams with flying colours. He was the best student of his school and beyond. His father felt the taste of reflected glory and he was dearly proud of his son. It was for that reason he brought his son to live with him in Kono, rather than to let his son live with his aunt in Freetown. Otenfeh had just been managing to stay with his father in Kono—in the Eastern Provence. But he wholeheartedly preferred to live in the city—Freetown.

CHAPTER TWO

L ONG AGO, WHEN Otenfeh completed his primary school with the best results in his school,