#Africa
#Writing
#kboss
CHAPTER 1
THE CRIES OF AKANBI

Three full moons ago, Alao the only son of the Palm wine tapper was missing, it was an heart struck to the villagers. The Baale of Aiyepe set up a search party for his instant rescue, Even Akanni his father spent a lot on sacrifices for Iya Ewe to appease the gods. Alao and I only had one thing in common wild Adventure, which got us connected.
Here I am, munching my stored fruits under the Igi Ope of Baba Alaja Mefaa, the only old man in Aiyepe without any Family. He is very aggressive, even amongst village elders meeting and no child dares stroll pass his compound without counting the dust. How he lives, in such an awful gigantic building alone, is what am curious about. I could recall, two nights ago. Baba warned me, Tinuola my immediate younger sister and my pot bellied friends. From wandering into the forest for fruits and going close to Baba Alaja Mefaa's house picking dropped fruits.
There is one weird thing about this Baba Alaja Mefaa house, there is an old Iroko tree in the entrance of his House, with no leaf on it and none of it branches broken. Observing the environment and his house I stood up, and advanced my step towards his bamboo gate to peep through, but I got a cold feeling on me.
Aaah!!
Mo kuu!
I saw Baba coming back from early cock crow hunting, with his hungry machete dancing sideways with him. I lost my breath trying to find my feet to stand, my body nerves were jittering.
Yeee!!! AKANBI ò ti daràn ..
To my utmost surprise Baba had a sober look, he walked pass me without saying a word. I thought of greeting...