Nighter Scrolls (Agha Arụsị)
by Dexter Joseph
[1] On Afọ, the day men counted third in all the four market days, there really were no much men left to be seen.
[2] On Afọ, nothing was as it seemed: the clouds ruptured in flashes of lightning and a rainstorm moaned eminently. The skies hated the living with darkness, and barked yells of thunder and lightning down the earth.