Skip to main content

Sons of the Flaming Throne 2 – Ch. 15 | KT OLLA

PRINCE Adonijah turned about; then he beckoned to the leader of his fifty. The man rode closer to his side as the prince spoke to him.

‘Loud it; let the boys sound my praise! Sound it so loud that the deaf will say they heard! Come on, loud it more!’

He spoke the words in the man’s hearing, as he motioned him to get going right away.

Yet while his aide left to dispatch the order, he couldn’t stay quiet and so he pestered the men himself.

‘Loud it, boys! Loud the praise of Adonijah, the Fourth Prince! Make it break my ears, come on!!’

But the man didn’t know he’d gone so audible. As he wanted his standing to impress the old man in the convoy, in order to win him for his campaign.

Yet now that he was being so loud, Benaiah wasn’t impressed—to say the least.

So then, as the soldiers joined their voices with the crowd, and the chants of Adonijah’s praise was bursting the eardrums, Benaiah only looked their way and chuckled.

Then he sent a signal to their pilot horsemen to hasten on. As he knew they were on to a more urgent business.

The next moment, their wagons picked up their pace again; so the procession swept past like a moving cloud.

Adonijah turned about when he heard the caravan moving. He looked that way and realized he’d been ignored.

He stood there pained to his soul. He just watched as the wagons left.

But then again, as everyone took their eyes off the prince and back to the road, there was one in that company whose attention was caught by the cheers.

And that fellow was the young and beautiful Abisha.

Now the fair maiden had tried to stay still in her caravan all day long. Not knowing if those praises were meant to welcome her to the palace.

And even though she was curious to see what the city looked like, she was also cautious about showing her interest.

Yet, in spite of everything, Abisha heard a voice too curious to resist. It was a thick broad voice of a young man.

And it was the Fourth Son of David who spoke.

Therefore, she begged her attendants to be allowed to look. And since she had stayed really graceful the whole time, they were so willing to let her.

Now with a light and swift hand, Abisha reached for the window and raised the curtain. And out of it she popped her face to look.

In that moment when the caravan popped out a face, Adonijah’s heart leapt out of its cavity as his eyes bulged.

For he saw some spotless beauty. Tempting and arresting in its pure innocence.

And right there, he forgot his concerns about the leaving convoy. And he lusted for the beautiful lass in the train.

He looked, and glared, and smacked his lips. He burned and lusted to have her as his. He gasped, and died, and sighed many times.

Then Abisha saw everything and knew. She knew those kind of men everywhere in town. So she hid herself and faced the road.

That moment the prince’s heart crashed to pieces. For he saw the girl’s eyes and knew he caught her.

He thought he should have hidden his stare, but he saw there is no girl that wouldn’t know. He knew he’d only had the ones who let him.

So right then, he found himself another goal. And it was to sit as king and have that damsel as his.

But that instant when the Fourth Son coveted Abisha, he never knew he was pitched against a Rock.

For he would fight the God of David, and Israel.

Labels:

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Sons of the Flaming Throne 2 – Ch. 9 | KT OLLA

ABISHUM wasn’t done speaking. So she picked up on the matter as things were bound to change. She spoke: ‘See, it was a bedroom cry for Aleph. But not until the day things were shoved in her face… ‘And that day she gave up on hoping! ‘Well, what Aleph thought was the reason why Beth couldn’t marry, was different from what it was with people. ‘She used to think it was because there was no man in her house to ask the daughter from. As is our customary practice in Israel.  ‘But when a drunken man shoved it in her face one night, it hurt her too much what people say. ‘“No one will marry your daughter, woman! Why will anyone do? When death hides in her bosom like it hid in yours. Or why did your husband die? ‘“Look, if you don’t know it – your family is cursed! You only have one child in a nation of plenty. ‘“God has prospered Israel with many children like the sea sand. But what do your family bear? Only one! ‘“So, who will want your cursed daughter for his son to love? You really don’t...
Post a Comment
Read more

MUSTARD I – Ch. 7 | KT OLLA

NOW it had rained all morning this day. And the sun was finally tearing through clouds to take the day’s glory. It was a brief break for the villages of Ede’s farmlands. As they rested from taking turns in harvesting yams. The town’s harvest season of yam and cassava tubers were in the rains... So they worked double to get them stored in barns and sold in markets – to avoid early rot in the wet weather. Yes, the crops were sources of flours and flakes for main foods. And several kinds of yam – like the ewùrà, ebòlò and the white yam, were also prepared as meals. So, everyone was out going about their own business those rest days... The farmers would go for a routine check on their farm every morning. And return earlier than the time to gather for talks by evening. Every evening, the men would sit under the shade of trees, and play board games amid talk and drinks. They’d talk about everything. From the ruler to their people. And to their wives and children. The young Moro chose to go a...
Post a Comment
Read more

MUSTARD II – Ch. 8 | KT OLLA

NOW Oji and Daleka went in to meet their brother as his wife hurried out of the house. ‘You meet me well, brothers,’ Morrow smiled as he dished his food. ‘Care to join for breakfast?’ ‘Oh we just had ours, big bro,’ Oji answered for them. ‘Thanks for the offer.’ ‘In that case, will you—?’ ‘Oh never mind,’ their youngest smiled, ‘we can sit and talk while you go on eating. We also have things to share with you.’ He looked to his partner for agreement and Oji nodded back. Yes, it was the culture there for someone to invite their guest to table when the latter meets them dining. Then, it was the right ethic for the guest to decline with thanks. Morrow glanced at them. ‘Oh really? Have your seat then. ‘And meanwhile, you did a lot helping last night – I appreciate it. Please tell your wives, too, we’re grateful.’ ‘Well, that is nothing,’ Oji waved a hand. ‘We are grateful that you returned! That you came home alive!’ Morrow looked at them and smiled. He had just finished dishing, so he smi...
Post a Comment
Read more