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CH. 6 OF PRISONERS OF HOPE BY F.E.C. NWAIWU

Prisoners of Hope by Fortune Emerence Chinemerem Nwaiwu CHAPTER SIX There remained only nine days before Levi would die, the medical experts had predicted. Levi sat in his veranda, using his eyes to scan his compound, pondering where he would be buried when he died. He thought about how befitting his burial would be, and then realized that since he asked his wife to sell most of his valuable property, and there was nothing left in the family, he would be buried like a poor church rat. He called Fabian in a croaked voice and showed him where he wanted to be buried. Pointing at the place, "You see that cocoa nut tree, beneath it is where I want you to bury me, if your cousin fails to return. Who knows how he has been managing?" Levi asked. "Father, you are not dying yet. You still have many years to live," said Fabian, "forget about what the doctors said. Haven't you read from the Bible where it asks, “Who is the man that says and it comes to pass w...

The Weeping Voice - Act I Scene 1

ACT I Scene 1 INT. MR. STEPHEN'S HOUSE - NIGHT. A dilapidated two-room house; light halos a clock hanging on one battered wall. If it weren’t for the perfectly ticking clock, it would seem that the house was abandoned. But one funny thing about the owner of the house is that he refused to build a fabulous house, choosing to spend his meager earnings on education instead. Light glints in the same room again, revealing an emblem captioned: NEW LEVEL OF GLORY. The motto seems at odds with the deplorable condition of the house. An ancient black-and-white television, a pair of shoes, a five-inch foam slab covered with a torn bedsheet, an old AM radio made in the 1950s and other antiquated items are visible. Immense care seems to have been put into the stunning flowers planted by the home owner, but the nature of the building creates a stark juxtaposition to the elegant blooms. As the flowers are maintained and the compound kept neat, one might easily conclude that the home-owner...

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