We easily come to doubt if they exist. We soon forget them.

He could not recall where those very words were uttered or written. A travesty. Being part of the "Ndinkuzi" was no child’s play, sages must have robust memories for easy tutoring… and for posturing as well.

An eagerness to flaunt knowledge and wisdom is a blessed flaw among pedagogues.

Ikechi, clad in black clothes trimmed with brightly coloured Ankara patterns along its necks and sleeves—leather trousers, wooly turtleneck and glossy shoes; a glass cup of palm-wine cradled in his right-hand, index finger and pinky adorned with gemmed-silver rings; gazed through the spaceship’s vista window showing the multicoloured spark-filled darkness.
A marvelous sight, baring his weakly reflected features on the window-glass—pink lips and a generous nose adorned a hard face, eager ears on a bald head; eerie aquamarine eyes behind the clear lenses of black-framed digi-glasses.

Countless times he gazed at the void’s starscape, yet the sage relished the golden space age’s wonders.

The spaceship’s vastly alloyed floor rumbled lightly, nucleonic-engines powered the spaceship through the stellar tides. The spaceship was well lit with halogen-bulbs, its manufacture a sophisticated mix of metal, plastics, stones, wood and eldritch alloys.

Interior decoration was economical; paintings and symbols adorned walls and floors. The symbol of Ikechi’s order among them—an eye within a triangle, within a blazing sun-disk surrounded by a snake swallowing its tail.

Despite the embellishments, it was functionality over aesthetics.
Wires, hazard...