the return of ijele
By Ifeoma Isabella Okeke

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Ijele smiled and took two steps forward, standing a breath away from Obi. He could sense Obi trepidation. He could almost hear Obi’s accelerated heart beat. Slowly, Ijele placed his hand into the left pocket of his short- his short was still dripping wet-and brought out the sharp knife. Obi's eyes widened on seeing the knife. “P-please Ijele”, he stammered Noticed an error in this book? Send a mail to to report it

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