30/07/2022
The engine of his Volkswagen beetle whistled out loud when his leg hit the accelerator. He had barely covered a kilometre when the car's head lamps caught someone by the road side waving him to a stop. His fingers groped for one of his revolvers in his jacket and found it and his tail light shone in response to the brake. It was Nkechi; looking haggard, disheveled and anxious.
"Looks like you still got a long way from here. Mind if I give you a ride?"
"A ride, huh? Well it doesn't look like I'm ready for a marathon mister." The man grinned.
"You hop in, and for the records you owe me one. You may have to return this favor someday."
"Most definitely, buddy."
Under the moon light, her body glowed with sweat. She looked very delicate and fragile at the moment, but Pablo was seeing something else- beauty. The true beauty of an African daughter. Not even the years of slavery and hard labor could extinct the beauty of a black woman.
The Thick Black Gold #
In a valley of West Africa, there were communities living in their own world, diverse in customs, norms and traditions. They existed independently and had kingdoms headed by traditional kings whose words were the law. Their predominant mainstay was agrarian, fishing and weaving, dyeing, canoe bui...
