All Chapters of KAMHARIDA: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

The world stood still, the earth had meal, opening up almost on daily basis to swallow bodies as the world battled with the air. Men’s social live was taken away and replaced with a solitary life, tracing the virus was like tracing the routes of a bird that just perched on your roof. In this part of the world, we were left with a scoreboard, a red, black, yellow, green board. Like the colour of old Biafra painted on a mud, exaggerating cases, feigning recoveries and deaths, the quarantine centres were enshrined even from the watchdogs. Weeks have gone and she is still in her non-governmental quarantine centre. She doesn’t know what is really happening out there in the world but she keeps hearing this three guys fully armed, talking about a virus all the time. The room was dark; she doesn’t know the end or the beginning of the dark room for she came in there unconscious- for a chain on her hands and legs held her down to the floor, like a slave being to

but the teenager is way too good, I have never danced before a crowd just music videos replied his daughter. Then go and show him you are the best, dancing is dancing crowd or alone, said dad smiling he knew the boy was better experienced in dance than her daughter. She mounted the podium just when the dj changed the hit to fuse odg and tiffany’s azonto, she slid on the dance floor like an afro Michael Jackson; waving his fingers to the air like she is saying hello, at some points punching the open air, she changed to a weird tap dance. Tiredly she moved left and right cutting the air, the scenario drew more passersby to a halt increasing the number of the crowd, from the back her father’s voice shouted “that’s my girl!!” as she stood on her foot like an afro ballet girl with the aid of no Pointe, but only for a while. She now started swinging her waist joining her hands in a synch to alkayida dance. T

rida walked on the air, to a strange man sitting on a chair reading a piece of newspaper, that covered his face so that it won’t be seen, the room was dark but she could see through the dark like it was clear as crystals as if she was a mice. slowly the strange man lowered the news paper laughing devilishly at her, he seemed to tear off a part that had her name as a headline and squeezed it into his mouth, the face looked like that of okanga but then a voice from the sky said to her don’t be afraid. She screamed as she woke up from her scary dream and ran to her father’s room banging loudly till he opened the door, she told her father the whole dream, her father in reply said to her well my child I have known you to be fearless just like the honey Barger guided by an angel –honey bird, to the honey comb. “That which does not kill us, makes us stronger,” continued the father, by Fredrich Nietzche right? Asked

Rida’s family watched joyously, the rich cultural heritage from the huge crowd, while the father discussed with okanga accusing him that he is not worthy of the name since he can’t even raise his leg.    Odogwu’s voice could be heard discussing with his age grades just the night of the festival about the fate of the community which- from their discussion has been reduced to nothing by their present representatives in the parliament. what is our senator even doing for us cried out a man with white beards almost like that of wole Soyinka, he only selfishly installed street lights and tarred roads leading to his domain and his clandestine motives for setting up inferior structures like; the-worn-out-ant-stadium, the everyday locked empty garri processing industry and series of other forlorn houses which is about to be swallowed by bushes- we don’t know. Mazi uka you are even going far said one of the men, he gave

I don’t think there is any problem of mind and body in metaphysics, when my mind which is dance has taken over my body continued Ned, making my body able to think, and produce meaning while I dance. Descartes said “I think, therefore I am,”  “A reflective and thinking body is constantly dancing its becoming,” writes Jean-luc Nancy. I wish I can dance said favy filled with awe after some seconds silence of silence, “we all can dance when we find music we love,” said Ned. Giles Andreae, I know that but it still doesn’t solve the issue, snapped favy.Ned now stood up saying, you see in all your life endeavours you dance, even the earth is dancing. favy gleed as ned said this while rotating, and we that call ourselves dancers are thieves Ned continued; stamping like soldiers, flying like birds, curling like snakes, stealing from all lives works, Capturing all your gaits, and weaving all of them into a music harmoni