Racconto Africano vol.6 - Energheia

with insufficient supplies. It was easy however for them as they effortlessly
plucked off and swirled in air and felt peacefully as Moine shook
them. Each one of them had his right hand lifted to keep off the hanging
apexes from tormenting their faces, especially their eyes.
Two weeks had passed since they had last visited trap number two
meaning that plants-branches, had overgrown rapidly. But October is a
rain month and plants sprints up when they take in some water at nights
and controlled sunlight during the day.
“Aren’t we headed to ‘Wanuis’ compartment or to the land where Lucifer
crucifies those who disrespect him”, Kaisi asked.
‘Wanui’ had frightened so many people as it was said. For many years,
fear had enveloped many people’s vein whenever they visited the deepest
portion of the forest. He wasn’t an animal or evil whatsoever; he was
human being who nobody knew his origin not even why he had chosen
to reside in the forest. His whole body was hairy specifically; hair covered
his whole body as in from the head to toe so it was a shock to confront
him. Animals had grown used to him for supposedly, he had acquired
some of their instincts making his whole life simple. Who can
spend years alone in some very harsh conditions without speaking to
someone Harsh conditions Yes, the weather. It was always so so cold
under those big trees in times of rain, fog and mists. But Wanui ate well
which highly made his body adapt. Meat made his daily food and it was
always said that an antelope was his breakfast and lunch. Supper was
not quoted in his mind whenever he caught a wilder beast in the morning.
“Footsteps guys, suppose someone had been here before us”, Moine
asked pointing at an exposed portion where maybe a nocturnal had dug
a hole throwing too much soil on the leaves, dead leaves.
They were not so small, not even so big but they had been made by some
heavy military boots not a long moment ago. Only the left one appeared
on the soil, which clearly signified that the intruder or whoever he was,
inside there was watching them if ever he was interested. Maybe he was
on his way to where none of them could guess. Everyone was deeply
interested in ignoring it.
“Its Wanuis!”, Jimo exclaimed. His small echo passed undisturbed.
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