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KUMAH

By: Kofi Akyea Ongoing

Language: English
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The Europeans thought they wiped out the Ashanti clan. Their next target was the Zulus, then the Igbo, then the ewes. The Europeans stole a wide variety of vessels (gifts granted to the Afrikans by the gods) from the Ashanti clan and used it to create their own soldiers. However, they didn't get what they wanted. The beast vessel. Rumored to have the power to control the will of mankind, the beast vessel was a rare find. Kumah, the last survivor of the Ashanti clan and the possessor of the beast vessel goes on a journey to unite the African clans and to prepare for the great War.

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21 chapters
Chapter 1
“How did they find me?’’ Kumah thought as he fled through the thick forest. He kept on through the woods breaking off the weaker branches in his way, swiftly evading the ones he couldn't break in split seconds. His heart pounded in his chest and sweat dribbled from his forehead down to his chin. He was fast, too fast for a normal person. His hunters couldn’t keep up with him and they were on horseback. He knew they weren’t after his vessel. The Al-Kida wouldn’t send such average warriors after him. But there’s something wrong all of a sudden. His vessel sends him a strange signal, his heart skips a beat as he glanced at what was ahead of him. He quickly broke his speed and slid, leaving a cloud of dust behind him. "Damn it! A cliff?" He thought to himself "what now?" He looked down the cliff. It was a long way down. A familiar feeling of nausea crawled up his gut. Let’s just say Kumah and heights aren’t the best of friends. This is ironic since his vessel manifested as an ea
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Chapter 2
The Zulu territory….   "Sipho, try not to sit near the edges of the canoe alright?" Sarh said moving his long brown hair out of the way as he prepared his fishing net. "Sure, thing Sarh." Sipho replied shifting away from the edge of the canoe "I can tell you're really excited." Tamba said paddling the canoe with carefully rehearsed strokes. "Well, yes this is my first fishing experience." Sipho laughed. He placed his hand in the water and let out a happy gasp. The cold feel of the water tickled his fingers and he watched his reflection dance to the rhythm of the water.   Sarh and Tamba were young twin fishermen who have been fishing since childhood. To be honest they only brought Sipho along with them because of his vessel. He could smell any living thing from a mile away. This was accompanied by an usual large nose. There were only few Afikans born with parts of their body as vessels They have been finding it hard to catch f
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Chapter 3
Kumah woke up in canoe with two men and a young boy who was too close for comfort. Out of shock from seeing his wide eyes and his unusual large nose, Kumah tried to move away from him but only to be greeted by a sharp pain in his chest. He screamed. His scream drew the attention of the two men who were paddling the canoe. ‘’You shouldn’t be moving.’’ Advised Sipho ‘’You’ll open up the wound. Sipho handed over the oak bottle to Kumah who hesitated. He looked at the strangers with suspicion. ‘’Don’t worry.’’ Sipho said. ‘’It’s just water.’’ Kumah took a good look around. A net full of fish and some basic supplies. They looked like harmless. If they wanted him dead, he’d be dead already. But that’s not a reason to trust them. ‘’I’m not thirsty.’’ He said. He laid down quietly in the boat. He didn’t know who these people were but at least they weren’t wearing black robes with guns. And what’s with that boy and his nose. His bald head really makes his nose
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Chapter 4
Kumah slowly opened his eyes. He squinted as the sunlight hit his eyes through the holes in the ceiling of the hut. He waited for his surroundings to come into focus and sat on the bed he laid on. He groaned at a slight headache and placed his hand on his head. It was bandaged and so was his chest. He looked around the room. There was an empty bed next to him followed by a little girl who laid on the bed next to the empty one. She looked very sick. Little drops of sweat rested on her forehead and her breathing was heavy, like every breath she took was a titanic effort to draw in oxygen. To her side were small pots filled with herbs and water. A familiar figure walked in, it was the girl from before, Amahle. She carried a pot of water on her head holding it steady with her right hand and a basket of fresh herbs in her left hand. Kumah couldn’t recall such herbs growing in this region. She gave Kumah a disapproving look, like he should be resting and not be awake by now. Dropping the
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Brief note on vessels
Hi, before I continue, I would like to explain what a vessel is. I know I should have done that a long time ago but things don’t always go as planned. Anyways so a vessel is basically anything that allows a human to use super-natural abilities. Vessels are given to the Afrikans by the gods they worship but somehow the westerns have found a way to harvest the power of vessels through science. There are types of vessels and what you’ll normally see as the story progresses is the Animal vessels and the object vessels. The animal vessels allow the possessor to inherit the abilities of that animal. So, if you have a snake as a vessel. You’ll be cunning, you’ll have the ability to shed your skin and stuff like that. You get the point, its not rocket science. Vessel holders can summon their animal vessels as and when they see fit. The object vessels are, you guessed it, objects that allow you to use superhuman abilities. So, you ca
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Chapter 5
A bucket of cold water gave Kumah a rude awakening. He let out a loud gasp and shivered. This was the third time he’d pass out and it was not good. That was the least of his worries though. He was tied onto a dirty pole in the middle of the village and the ropes made his wrists sore. He struggled to break them but they looked like they were designed to tie down a Zulu. They were thicker than usual ropes. The villagers surrounded him in a circle and he looked around searching for Amahle. In front of him, the seemingly perfect circle of people broke into two and a man walked through the path with guards and Amahle on his right-hand side. He wore a cloth made from bear skin and golden chains dangled from his neck. His presence was intimidating. He had a tiny nose accompanied by a contrasted broad chin. He had a muscular body which would put a body builder to shame. On his left arm was a golden brace vessel which complemented the diamond rings on his fingers. The people bowed at
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Chapter 6
Warriors in the village stomped the ground with the end of their spears in a rhythm that made the earth shake. Dingane narrowed his vision and bolted towards Kumah attempting a punch aimed at his right eye. Kumah ducked and landed a punch in Dingane’s left rib. The impact was almost pathetic. Dingane’s muscles absorbed Read more
Chapter 7
"So, you're going to just give up." A familiar voice said. Kumah opened his eyes in shock at his new surroundings. He stood in the middle of darkness that stretched into the void. Was he in some kind of trance?"Who said that?"Read more
Chapter 8
Perhaps he underestimated Kumah. Dingane grabbed the spear with his right hand, pulling it out from his flesh. Kumah counted the force by trying to push it even deeper. They both struggled but Dingane prevailed. He kicked Kumah off him and broke the spear with his bare hands. It was back to hand to hand combat. Kumah could feel his adrenaline dropping as the pain from his injuries kicked in. Dingane placed his hand on his left shoulder in an attempt to stop the bleeding but blood escaped from the little spaces between his fingers. His rings begun to glow and his wounds begun to heal.Read more
Chapter 9
EUROPIA CITY Admiral Yvet had a long day at work, he was exhausted. It was past midnight; he should be home by now. His wife would be thinking of his whereabouts. He didn’t want to go home and have her scream at his face, again. He hated it every time she raised her voice at him.He walked out the entrance of the warehouse. As the general overseer of the harvest from the western farmlands, he had to stay late to keep records of the harvest. It was physically and mentally exhausting. The light from the lampstands at the corners of the fence that surrounded the warehouse made his eyes ache and the shadows of the nearby trees danced with the rhythm of the wind. A soothing breeze blew past him and he looked up to the sky. The clouds were gathering and the air carried the smell of rain.“You must be tired as well Jester.” He said to the tall man beside him. “Don’t worry sir, as long as I’m getting paid to
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