CHAPTER THREE
One of the captives stumbled and fell, smashing his jaw on the ground. The others, their hands securely bound behind their backs, stepped over their fallen comrade and staggered on.
Their captors, the Arochukwu warriors, were not the same men of yesteryears. They were courageous and highly skilled combatants who had been trained by Ebube, a grown man now, handsome and well built. His biceps and six-pack abs were not simply the fine muscles of the typical African male but were magnificent.
Resplendent in his war regalia of raffia skirt and a three-feathered headgear, Ebube, captain of the Arochukwu warriors, had demonstrated from scores of battles that he possessed the strength and courage of a hundred warriors.
It was dusk, but that didn’t deter the people. They came out
