The Hunter's Plight and other Stories

By Gabriel A Iyere

The book is a collection of (7) short stories that are based on fiction but depicts real life events. It encapsulates knowledge, wisdom and understanding, to all categories or readers especially the Teenagers and Adolescents.

The Auhtor is a Graduate, MSC holder in Accountancy and he holds a Higher Diploma in Data Analytics as

• Language: English
• Publisher: BookTrail Publishing
• Release date: Mar 9, 2023
• ISBN: 9781637678749

Gabriel A Iyere

The Auhtor is a Graduate, MSC holder in Accountancy and he holds a Higher Diploma in Data Analytics as well as, he has written 2 playwrights, "The Quest of Demigods."

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Library of Congress Control Number: 2022906957

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This is a work of fiction.

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Contents

The Hunters Plight

The Story of his Life

Dissatisfying Merchants

True Chronicles of Time

The Enchanted Stream

Plane Experience

The Missionary

DEDICATION

THIS BOOK IS DEDICATED TO ENGINEER AND DR. (MRS.) IYERE FOR ALL THEIR SUPPORT AND LOVE, AS WELL AS MY SIBLINGS, FRIENDS, AND BRETHREN IN CHRIST.

The

Hunters

Plight

It wasn’t too long when Andre sought out means to aid his hunting expedition. He told his wife, Annabel, that his voyage may take as long as three days, but unknown to him, he was wrong. Knowing well enough that he must proceed alone bequeathing to his sons; Jerome and Miyetti, charge over his domain. His farm and flocks respectively.

Jerome, the eldest son, insisted adamantly, Papa, I must go along with you. It is dangerous to go alone. Yes, concurred the second son, Miyetti, but remembering the dream he (Andre) had received. He paused for a while, reminiscing the terrifying dream indeed. Before the dream, Andre and a host of the village hunters went on hunting, all venturing into different paths for their search for meat.

After a long day of hunting rabbits and deer, Andre saw something like he has never seen before; a big black snake that he spotted staring directly at him as he stared right back. He was stultified that the snake did not run nor was it perturbed of his appearance. So out of inquisition, Andre stamped his feet to the ground so as to scare the snake away, but it didn’t bulge an inch. It kept coming closer, dropping the meat from his shoulders and setting his gun in his right hand, getting ready to shot, and crack! Just then, the snake hissed with its poisonous teeth hanging out to his visibility as if Andre stole something from it.

He remembered the saying, most often sang as a song, even their predecessors loved the use of those words, to such extent that when the words fall upon the ears of a true spirited hunter, something jerks forth, that energy, the fearlessness, and the restoration of that consciousness of who’s in charge in the forest; When the hunter refuses to hunt, the hunted becomes the hunter. Andre cracked intuitively and shot at the snake but it disappeared and was no more. What! Where did the snake go?" he thought, looking sideways. The snake vanished into thin air…

As he returned home from his hunt, he reasoned critically and more clinically for every hunter that ever existed and lives they all had stories to tell, but no hunter ever told us what the truth really is or what lies they had embedded in their stories we believed; to make it of greater effect to an audience of children, adolescents, and even adults. Most times, to build boldness and not fear in the hearts of all, for indeed hunters always had encounters in the forest.

When Andre was a child, he always sat around hunters because of the stories, but more precisely, the many kinds of meat they brought in. One of such stories was about a man named Eli. Eli was a great hunter of time memorial; a name glued on the lips of elders and children since the 1900’s. One of such popular stories was.

[At this moment Andre shared this story with his two sons, as they were seated in the living room, hoping it would convince them to layback and let him move alone into the forest.]

There were three (3) men, namely; Zome, Barng, and Eli himself. They went hunting in search for meat but found none, they climbed up and came low. Even as they went deep into the forest it was as calm and quiet as a graveyard, not even the birds were whistling nor the crickets chirping as if the animals had a meeting to be off their radar and in hiding. But in fact, how can it be that not a single sign or trace of meat, or could it be that the animals have a means of communication? Because you can actually hear a pin drop and echoes reverberating in the silence. It became a two-day roam into the forest then they began to hear voices and communications in different languages, then theirs. The three fostered back to back because they thought they were ambushed, not until the sun’s rays were nearly blotted.

Looking up, they witnessed large wings then its talon claws as it landed. Behold! An eagle, with bright white feathers, golden beak, vibrating flapping its wings, uttering, What is it that you want? Are you the creatures (referring to the hunters) responsible for our mortality rate count? Speak up immediately! Because we’ve lost our security guards, the deer and antelopes, and a host of others with only their children and relatives alive. So tell us, what is it that brings you here? Zome stepped