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Ikechukwu Joseph is a poet and author of best-selling “Unlocking Closed Doors, Strategic Spiritual Warfare, Discovering Yourself.” He also writes Speculative Fictions, Christian Fictions, Urban Fantasy, Paranormal and Christian Non-Fiction. His books are available at Amazon Kindle and Kindle Unlimited, Apple, Barnes and Noble, Kobo
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Wednesday, September 27, 2017

Forever Series Book1 Snippet 1



“Holiday is coming. No more morning bell. No more teachers’ whip. No…” She sang as she continued with her daily house chores relishing the euphoria of freedom and peace of mind associated with the holidays – no early morning rising at 5.30 a.m. to do morning functions, no brain tasking assignments, no rib cracking field works. When the mother, Mrs. Ann Ama called out to her, “Amanda, Amanda listen to the news or radio jingle, they just announced summer holiday Camp for teenagers and young adult of school age.”
“Hip hip hooray!” Amanda exclaimed, raising her hands in appreciation.
She wrote down the date and venue. Amanda was really ready and looking forward to the bonfire, singing competition, games and the new friends she will make.
The Summer Holiday Camp was organized by UNICEF - United Nations International Children’s Emergency Fund, the UN children's agency that works for the protection and survival of children around the world.

Snippet No. One of The last Curse



It was a strange eerie sight and site with fetish scintillating huge clay pot, the size of a small house and measuring about sixteen feet in diameter and could accommodate ten persons comfortably. I have never seen a pot so big and slanting from the river side as if feeding the river with water but it was hollow empty, dark with the blackness of the night. This hollow rugged clay pot was later historically discovered to be dug out physically and possibly used by slave traders to house slaves. Strange beings with sonorous female like voices emanated from the pot, singing or rather chanting incoherent eerie sounds. This sound had awoken Ikem, alias Jerry Boy. A strange pot reeling out strange songs and adoring a strange site!
“By the river?” as Jerry Boy got more frightened.
“Where am I,” he contemplated.
Jerry boy remembered he slept in his cozy well-furnished condominium of beige colored outlook, the night before. How come he now woke up on a bamboo bed by the river bank amidst these strange objects and bizarre strange looking human beings?

Wavy waves of life




Wavy waves of life
These wavy waves of life
My destiny in your hands?
To the North I saw black darkness
To the West I dreamt bloody Red
To the south I swallowed the blue bellows