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บททั้งหมดของ The Children of Thunder: บทที่ 41 - บทที่ 50

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Chapter Thirty-nine

Detective Okafor had always wondered how he would die since he joined the police force, a shootout with bank robbers or gangsters perhaps but getting killed by a monster out of an horror flick never once crossed his practical mind. Now here he was running for his life, about to get eaten.The Abami in it's rage tossed cars aside with its elongated appendages in pursuit of the arrant fly that gave it pain, pain it could vividly remember with loathing before it's freedom. The Abami hunched it's strong legs and leapt over the fleeing human blocking his escape with a triumphant shriek.Okafor braced himself for the inevitable as he drew his gun, he'll at least do the world one last favor by taking out it's remaining eye."Come on you smelly piece of shit, I don't have all day." He growled as the Abami stalked closer like a cat playing with its prey. It's tongue flicker as if to taste the air around the detective, cocking it's head in curiosity, this fly has no scent
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Chapter Fourty

Could Lanroye have betrayed us all? Were the gods also taken captive as I was? Helpless as I was as sacrilegious practices were experimented on their bodies. My three wives, Orunmilla the basket of wisdom, Olokun the sea king, Obatala also named Orisha nla (the arch divinity); Creator forbids...The boy Shettima’s revelation chilled me to the depths of my bones even as I danced as if nothing was amiss.Lanroye’s eternal grudge has been held against me for slaying his twin thousands of years ago but it was with Ogun of Ire I held bitter rivalry since my ascension as Orisha.My fame as a mortal increased more as an Orisha, a large portion of Ogun’s warriors began to take me as their patron god, the war god was not happy to share, unlike the rest of the Orishas he saw me for who I was, power hungry, spoilt and vain. I threw parties in my brass palace in the sky, broke protocols by mingling with the mortals during festivals, womanized goddesse
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Chapter Fourty-one

I barely had time to gloat before I was hit with the whirlwind that was Ogun, I was ashamed to say that I was bested that fateful day, the war god’s brass and iron swords flashed like the wings of a dragonfly as I was driven back from the smithy’s out to the skies of Ire as I clumsily wielded Oshe trying hard to avoid getting beheaded.I pushed the angry deity back with all my strength, granting me a few moments respite; making good use of that moment of breath I summoned lightening and hurled enough tons to level the hill of Ire on its master holding the lightening for as long as I could.When the smoke cleared, I beheld Ogun still standing, black with soot his eyes glowed red, ripping muscles struggled to escape the confines of divine armor, he laughed and tore at his armor, his muscles morphing like ocean waves, Ogun was just getting warmed up as he has gone totally berserk, then I knew I was in trouble. I knew I had overdone it this time ar
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Chapter Fourty-two

It’s been four days since the dance, the children strolled around town enjoying their new freedom. Shango sometimes tagged alone, uninterested, a faraway look in his eyes.Having no idea of what had become of Logan, they sometimes argued at length about finding out whether he was okay and how they were going to rescue him.“I’m pretty sure he is still alive, I bet he’s much more valuable to them now since they lost us, they must have simply moved him to some other safe house elsewhere.” Shettima remarked. “Now that the institute and the government have their hands full convincing the public, we can be on to them, the assurance that we would be running as far away from them gives us the upper hand.”Afterwards, they all concluded that with Shango by their side they can launch a rescue for Logan and then figure out how to disappear from the institute's radar, they hurried back to their camp on the plateau to inform the thu
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INTERMISSION

A tall man strolled gaily through the motor park; oblivious of the stares he was provoking, his cloths was the object of their stares. It was as if he had bought a variety of clothings both native and western and had decided to try them all on.He had a denim hat perched on top a dog eared style native cap the Yoruba called abetí ajá, the pointy dog ears sticking out like bat wings, a monkey jacket on a babariga robe, a pair of Jordan sneakers on a native hunters knee sized dogo shorts, he looked absolutely ridiculous in his bastardized outfit that the passerby’s concluded he was either at the early stage of lunacy or he had recently escaped from a mental home.He boarded a bus heading into town and sat by the window, a plump elderly lady soon joined him, he greeted her cheerfully but rather loudly, she in turn ignored him with a hiss as she muttered about youths doing drugs and wasting their future. The man shrugged unperturbed, whistled happily to
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Yoruba west African pantheon of gods

Before I continue..i thought I should post a short glossary on the orishá before..seems fitting  as I'm going to writing more about west African deities, since they're aren't quite as  as well known to theathe readers like their Europeans and Asian counterparts. Ajaka- Sango’s half-brother, 2nd Alaafin of Oyo empire (deified) Orisha of earthquakes Ajé- Goddess of wealth Arò meta- (Yoruba translation, meaning three witches) sisters of Lanroye & Elegbara, the three patron goddesses of witches and wizards, Orisha of magic and sorcery Alaafia- Orisha of peace, daughter of Aje Aroni- (the one-legged, Aroni the great green)Orisha of the forest 
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Chapter Fourty-three

Look out for the stone hurlerHearken to the rhythm of his thundering footstepsAs they stamp to the steady beats of the Bata drumThe fumes of his fiery breath announcing his arrivalListen for the sounds of gunpowder and the melody of clashing steello the iron one approachesFor that is the only tune he dances toThe sharp metallic smell of bloodbath declares his arrivalBrace yourself in readiness when you hear the yawning of the elder godsListen to the creaking of limbs not used for a centuryAs they arose to the harsh sound of the brass gongAlong with the sonorous voice of the gate keeperAnd to the king of them all…the lord of white clothsIn his place of solitudeHe will hear the brass gongAnd there shall be no more sleep in his ancient eyesBut for the offending smellComing from the basket on the spidery one’s headThe basket of sacr
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Chapter Fourty-four

Detective Okafor picked his way carefully among the rubbles that was the remains of the junior secondary school's staff room building, the entire school has been abandoned since an Abami took a likening to the environment and then decided to move in, living in the staff room building.It’s been a couple of months since the calamitous incident in Lagos and the escape of all sorts of abnormal anomalies that the newspapers and the media has been dubbing the Abami into the city and neighboring towns, some of the creatures are yet to be accounted for, the aquatic looking ones into the sea while others had fled into the wild, some of the smaller ones even managed to hide out inside the city but recently the monstrous ones were being forced out to seek food, in a city population of over 5million, it was like trapping a hungry fox inside a pen full of chickens.Just a few weeks back, an Abami had laid waste to the streets of Victoria garden city before it was finally ove
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Chapter Fourty-five

A few hours later, the detective was driving through the suburbs of Maryland, six years since he got transferred to the metropolitan city of Lagos and fifteen years of service in the police enforcement, he’d have thought he ought to have gotten used to the infamous Lagos traffic but he knew if he could not get used to it, he was sure nobody can.The traffic gridlock could be so bad at times, moving at a snail pace that a destination that would have taken an hour could take three, at first, one would think that the reason for the gridlock hold-up was the incompetence of the traffic law enforcement agency but the truth was that Lagosians are impatient. For instance, they were only law-abiding under the watching eyes of a traffic officer but as soon as nobody’s watching, they flaunt traffic rules, finding ways to create extra grid lanes, ignored the speed limit and the traffic lights and were only sorry when they got caught and fined.But the reas
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Chapter Fourty-six

Binta sighed contently as she basked in the mid-day Ivory Coast sun, the animated French accented voice conversing with her mother drifted over her thoughts as she sipped chilled coconut milk. She signed once again as she laid back down on the pent house balcony’s reclined chair pushing the voices away to focus more on her reminisce.It’s been three months since they fled the institute and one since they found her birth mother. She still found it hard to believe her mother was Cha Cha Adaure Roberts, if someone had told her months before that her favorite celebrity was her mother, she would have recommended floor 01 to them, it was where all the crazies were incarcerated in the institute. Cha Cha Roberts was a wealthy superstar Nigerian actress and model, with multiple awards wins and nominations across the continent and the world. She watched as her mother and her make-up artist chattered on as they get her ready for a photo shoot, the main reason why she followe
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