#Nikesh-Writes

Photo by Koshu Kunii on Unsplash (Continued from part 1) For some seconds, I stared at her, trying to understand if she was being sarcastic or serious. “Jane, I hope you’re okay?” I said to her, “I’m serious babe” she replied, holding my hands, and massaging them slowly; the way women did whenever they wanted a favour from their husbands. Deceptive creatures.   “I think you should take a break from following up on Egohn news, you seem to have been carried away by it”  “No, honey, it’s just that….”   “I’m not going back to Egoh; Never!”  “John, are you scared?” She asked.   I only looked at her and wondered what had come over her. Trying to make me look like a weakling, just because I didn’t want to agree with her, was unfair to me. It was her nature; I’d seen worse than this. Whenever she wanted something, she would argue and argue with facts and pieces of evidence, then she would make comments that painted me as being weak or too sacred to give any of her sugge...

Photo by Koshu Kunii on Unsplash (A utopian Fiction) I woke up that morning with a smile; Yes, for some time now, I’d been wearing a smile on my face every blessed morning; ever since I came back to my country Egoh.  I yawned and muttered some words of prayer; “Thank you lord for life, and for a changed country”. Shortly, I heard some noise outside, and moved to the window to have a view of what was happening.   A group of young men gathered outside, dancing happily. “These jobless boys are here again”, I said to myself amusingly.   Ever since I’d arrived, Egoh with my wife and son, these men would always gather together every morning at the same spot, making lovely sounds; some with talking drums, others with gongs, while the rest stood, watching and clapping. They seemed to have no meaningful lyrics to sing; they were just trying to flow with the Morning vibes.   I’ll take it that they were always fortunate enough or it was a special skill which they had. Because a...

  Photo by Martin Zaenkert on Unsplash “My Prince” I called out, but there was silence. The only sound I heard, was that of someone groaning. Fearfully, I ran back to the spot where we had started running from; he was lying unconscious on the floor. The prince had dealt with him. I bowed my head in shame; I had proven my folly once again.  “I’m so sorry my Prince” He was silent and didn’t seem interested in what I was saying. “No time to waste, they should be in one of the cells close by” he said, and we moved on, carrying with us the torchlight of the guard on duty whom he had just strangled. When we walked past another cell section, the inmates who noticed our presence began to shout. “Hey guards, get us water, get us food, we’re so thirsty, we’re so hungry!!” They weren’t our soldiers, so we ignored them and kept moving. Soon, we came across the area where our soldiers were kept; they were still in their red armour and golden helmets and were bound in chains. “Knight John!”...