Zev’s Afrotheria – Chapter 2

Chapter 2 – Demus fights ghost wraiths and Dalia meets a Pink Piggy about source code in the Luna VR.

Zev Afrotheria / Chapter Two

Theria Guild Command

Kirit, Afrotheria’s Capital

Commander Demus oversees the fight against Ghost Wraiths

Glass screens mounted on the walls lit up with the flash of blue fire lasers.  Commands rang through the large command dome.  Officers manned support stations, responding to order requests and responses, combing through footage on the screens for information needed in the fight.

“What’s the count?” Demus Kiima asked, his tough tone rang in every corner of the command dome.

“One hundred and fifty,” the answer came from an officer sitting at a console in the middle of the room.  “One hundred and forty-nine, forty-eight…”

“How far is support?” Demus asked.

“Ten minutes, Commander,” a second officer said, voice calm, simply delivering orders.

Demus cursed under his breath and studied the movements of the Simba Recon Team on the overhead screens.  The ghost wraiths were on a direct path to the villages of Thuka Province.  Demus had all available guardians on site.  Sokwe Recon was taking its time getting to the designated coordinates.  He could not blame them too much.  They were flying in from a training exercise in Palan Town.

“We cannot lose the barricades we have built in the forest in Thuka Province,” Kiel Iram, Demus’s second in command said.  “The Thuka barricades are the only protection we have for the outer lands.  Yole Province and Teru are vulnerable.  The ghost wraiths move too fast.”

Demus hissed because three men in the Simba Recon Team reported injuries. Their vital signs triggered critical signals on the screens.

“We should have increased surveillance in Thuka.  Who else do we have close to Thuka?”

“Teru Province has trainees in the auxiliary training camp,” Kiel said. “Yole Province relies on the Simba Recon for protection.”

Two more men fell in the team.

“Report,” Demus said.

“Fifteen active officers, five injured,” an officer said.  “Ghost Wraiths are at one hundred and twenty.  They are moving faster than we anticipated.”

“Air support?” Demus asked.

“Sokwe is two minutes out,” an officer called.  “We have deployed twenty-five lightning drones from Simba Recon’s Base.”

Demus folded his arms against his chest and watched the drones fly to the open clearing in the forests of Thuka.  The Simba team was retreating to the stone barricade and the steel door allowing entrance into their military base.  The men in the team carried their fallen teammates.  Two snipers worked hard to keep the ghost wraiths at bay, managing to hold off the hundred ghost wraiths in an uneven line along the tree line.

The large beasts snarled as blue laser flames touched greasy dark skin, spilling green blood on the forest floor.  The snipers worked to keep their attacks consistent. Still, their retreating formation had the ghost wraiths gaining ground.  Five of the men carrying the injured went through the steel gates into the base, followed by three more, who paused at the steel gates to cover the snipers’ retreat.

Demus breathed in relief. He was glad when the team made it through the weathered stone barricade. The team took precious time to close the steel gates.  The drones took over the snipers’ work. Directing continuous blue laser fire on a hundred ghost wraiths that descended on the concrete wall.  The ghost wraiths clawed at the weathered stone barricade built to separate the forest from the rest of Thuka Province.  Demus’s relief was short-lived as three ghost wraiths managed to claw thick ridges in the steel gates.  The ghost wraiths concentrated on the weak point in the steel grate. They clawed at the large holes to make them larger working to break into the compound.

“Activate the most qualified in the training center,” Demus said.  “Authorize Sokwe Recon to take over command of Thuka Base Ops.  General Kinya has permission to use the weapons received from Santi Corp.  Kiel, make sure you’ve given him the codes.”

“Yes, Commander,” Kiel said, hurrying to the console to submit the codes to General Kinya of Sokwe Recon.

Demus pressed two fingers into his eyes when he remembered the empire was voting in the morning, then dropped his hands to his side.

“Send out a red alert to all branches of the Theria Guild, including the Black Ops Protection Force.  We cannot have a ghost wraith attack on villages on a day everyone is out there voting…”


Dalia Taj meets the Pink Piggy about Code

Dalia Taj logged into her Luna VR account and navigated her avatar to the market center.  She needed to find a cute piggy about a proprietary app.  She needed permission to implement it in her latest project.  KISTech was strict about illegal use.  The institute worked on making sure every bit of code developed was documented and attributed to the original developer.

Dalia was working on a scientific experiment focused on analyzing the DNA makeup of a ghost wraith.  She wanted to find out if she could develop a biotechnology weapon lethal enough to stop ghost wraiths from reproducing.

She was not the first to have come up with this type of research.  There were several such studies, many of those studies far ahead of her own.  She was sixteen, and still in school. Her research only counted toward her class grade.  Still…a girl could hope for a breakthrough. She would not mind winning research fame by changing Afrotheria’s future. Stopping ghost wraiths once and for all would be revolutionary.

Smirking at the thought, Dalia found the stall set up in the virtual market.  It was the weirdest stall in the market.  All other stalls in the virtual market were built with glass, wood, and even stone. However, the owner of the pink piggy had built his stall with black tarp.  The only decoration on the stall was a pink pig head logo over the open entrance.  It looked shady. Yet, Dalia did not hesitate as she entered the stall.

The place was always busy.  The inside lighted with flashing lights, clients leaning on a wood counter as they called out orders to two men standing behind the counter.  The pink piggy sold Luna VR accessories and plugins.  The stall was busy. The pink piggy’s coding was efficient and easy to use.

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Dalia waved at the two shop assistants and hurried to the closed door in the back of the main shop.  It was pink like the logo on the door.  She touched the door handle and the lock beeped.  Letting out a sigh, she reached for her virtual card and pressed it on the door handle.  It opened after divesting her of five hundred credits.

Dalia pocketed her card and entered the room.

“I should expect a grand welcome with the amount you charge to enter your private shop,” Dalia said, glaring at the pink piggy working at a desk, building a greenhouse with a virtual builder on the desk.  “Does it have to cost five hundred credits to see you?”

“You’re the one in need,” the pink piggy said, not looking up from the assembly on his desk.  “Do you think girls like white?”

“Depends on the occasion,” Dalia said, crossing the room to sit on the chair opposite the pink piggy.  “Why?  Are you building the greenhouse for a girl?”

“Maybe,” the pink piggy said, shrugging his shoulders.

She knew he was male. The only part he kept hidden about himself was his face.  The pink piggy’s style was weird like him.  He liked wearing black slacks, a white t-shirt, and a black vest.  He wore black combat boots as though ready to run at a moment’s notice.  Mostly, Dalia was envious of his talent with code.

“So,” the Pink Piggy changed the color of the greenhouse paper to a sickening shade of pink and she winced.

He looked up and seemed to take a moment to take her in.

“You look stunning,” the Pink Piggy said, smiling at her.  Strange how she knew the piggy was smiling at her.  She bit back a laugh and he sat back in his chair, studying her.  “Do you keep your original looks?  I mean, you must be so dangerous to meet in the real world.”

Dalia chuckled, pleased that he thought her avatar pretty.  She did not use her true features.  Her identity was sensitive to flaunt in the form of an avatar in Luna VR.  She could just imagine her father’s reaction were he to discover.

She did try to stick to her real figure.  Her avatar had her curvy shape intact.  She wore a tight stylish coat belted at her waist with a thick red leather belt.  Under her coat, she wore a pinstriped skirt that stopped above her knees.  Her feet were in knee-length black boots with a four-inch heel.  Her braids were long down her back.  She wore a gold masquerade mask to cover her face.  Reaching into her jacket pocket, she pulled out the card with the code details.

The Pink Piggy is Unwilling

“I need your permission to use this, Pink Piggy,” Dalia said, holding out the card over the table.

The Pink Piggy stared at her long red nails, a sharp contrast from her dark skin, and grinned.

“I would love to see what you look like in real life,” he said, taking the card from her.

“Same goes for you,” Dalia said, making the Pink Piggy shudder.

“Don’t joke, if I show my face, anyone who knows me will come to my house for cheap plugins,” he shuddered, as he read the card.

“Isn’t it money coming to you?” Dalia asked.

“Yeah. I guess. But it is in the how it comes to me,” the Pink Piggy said, frowning as he studied the card he held.  “Why do you want permissions for this code?”

“I have a science project that needs the basics,” Dalia said.  “I’m willing to pay.”

“This is not about money,” the Pink Piggy said, sitting up in his chair.  “I registered this code in the KISTech Registry on a whim.  I thought I had created something that could support the ghost wraith fight—”

“It can support it,” Dalia said.  “I can’t tell you what I’m working on, but I feel your logic will add to mine. We could create something worth forwarding to the Theria Guild.  I’ll keep the source code intact. I promise to include all your rights when I submit my project—”

“It’s incomplete,” the Pink Piggy said, shaking his head.  “I work on it on and off because it feels like something is missing.  I’m guessing I don’t have enough information to get the results I’m looking for.”

“I don’t mind using it in its incomplete form,” Dalia said.  “Please—”

“What happens when you need to compensate for errors I’ve not accounted for?” the Pink Piggy asked, shaking his head.  “I don’t sell incomplete work, even to beautiful women.”

“You’re insulting me,” Dalia said, getting up.  “You assume I’m not as talented as you.  I’m not here to beg to use your source code.  I was in search of code that would support a foundation theory I’m developing.  Don’t you submit your ideas to the registry because you are looking for someone who thinks the same as you?  Or is it that you don’t want to work with me? I can always find another approach.”

“You have a temper,” the Pink Piggy said, folding his arms against his chest.

Dalia huffed and crossed her arms too, staring at the pink piggy head he preferred.  She wondered who he was and why he clung to the ridiculous getup.  Was he a student at KISTech?  She was one of the top students, and she was quite sure she knew everything about the five students at KISTech she considered competition.  Could he be one of them?

“You have access to the KISTech’s Registry, so you must be in the Tech Class,” the Pink Piggy said.  “Your ability to pay the entry fee into this room means you’re well-off.  High enough in the chain to unlock information on my registration information.”

“I have nothing on you, Pink Piggy,” Dalia said, dropping her hands to her sides.  “You don’t give away much other than one can find you here at this stall in the Luna VR.”

“Does it frustrate you?” the Pink Piggy asked.

“Yes,” Dalia said, shaking her head.

The Pink Piggy chuckled and pointed to the greenhouse, with the super pink color.

“You never told me what color girls like?”

“Not that shade of pink,” Dalia said, shaking her head.  “A light green or earth green works for greenhouses.  It doesn’t have to be so pink.”

“Hm,” the Pink Piggy said, leaning forward to fiddle with the controls on the table. The greenhouse turned into a respectable pale green color.

“I’ll think on the code,” he said after a moment.  “I have to review what I uploaded to the Registry and what I have in my database. I’ll let you know.”

“How do I reach you?” Dalia asked.

“Your credits left me your user ID.  I’ll message you.”

“Don’t stay too long,” Dalia said, with a sigh.  She had hoped he would agree tonight.  Her project needed to move forward in three days.  The empire’s voting aside, she was meeting her class mentor in four days.

“How long is too long?” the Pink Piggy asked.

“Tomorrow?” Dalia asked.

“I’m busy tomorrow,” the Pink Piggy said with a sigh.  “Maybe the next day.  I’ll have free time to get back to you.”

Dalia meets a He-Goat that greeted her ‘Meh!’

“I’ll look forward to it,” Dalia said, and turned to leave.  The door opened just as she reached it, and she had to bite back a laugh when a cute he-goat walked in.  The man hidden behind the he-goat head greeted her with a ridiculous meh!

Dalia burst out laughing.

“Stop scaring our delicate flower client,” the Pink Piggy said.

“She was expecting it,” the He-Goat said.

“I see a theme starting here,” Dalia said, shaking her head, finally getting a hold of her laugh.  “The Animal Farm?”

“Is it?” the Pink Piggy asked.

The He-Goat chuckled and Dalia wondered what it would be like to meet these two in person.

“See you two, little piggy and the cute he-goat.  I better not run into a cute chicken out there,” Dalia said.

The he-goat laughed and she left the room, logging out right away.

She removed her Luna VR glasses and placed them on her desk.

Stretching her arms over her head, she got up from her comfortable computer chair and glanced at the muted television screen across the room.  The news was running.  Her father’s face appeared on the screen.  He was waving to excited citizens in an amphitheater.

“Unmute,” Dalia said, sinking her fingers into her braids. She massaged her head for a moment.

‘…Izra Taj and his running mate thank their supporters on the eve of the vote.  He will know, by this time tomorrow, how well his campaign run has served him.  Mr. Taj has held the office of Commander of Tech Class for six years.  Winning the office three times.  We’re expecting to see his family by his side as the voting day starts in a few hours…

“Mute,” Dalia said, as a knock came on her door and her mother peeked in with a small wave.  “Mama.”

“Baba is expecting us soon,” Amelia Taj said.  “It will be easier if we’re all at the hotel where the campaign team is working.”

“Okay,” Dalia said.

She gave her bed a longing look, but then she knew she was not going to be using it until the voting process was over.  Her father’s political ambitions left them all living such strange lives.

“It will be over soon,” Amelia said, as though reading her thoughts.

Dalia nodded and gave her mother a tentative smile.  The door closed and she let out a heavy sigh.  If her father won and became Elderon, their lives would not return to normal.  They would only get harder to handle.  She hoped she would be able to continue her research…she hoped the Pink Piggy would give his consent.

Dalia sniffed the wrinkled white shirt of her KISTech uniform and headed straight to the shower.


Genre: African Science Fiction, Novels set in Dystopian Africa

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Zev’s Afrotheria – Chapter 1

Zev’s Afrotheria is a Fiction Novel set in Africa. It is Afropunk sci-fi with a mix of adventure and romance. The ghost wraiths are not for the faint of heart

Zev worries about upgrading his tablet

“Afrotheria is an empire of people from diverse tribes.  It is found on the horn of the Afro Continent.  These past decades, the empire’s economy has grown fast.  In part, it is thanks to our great quest to rid our empire of the ghost wraith menace. Mostly, it is because of our abundant natural resources, and the intense research carried out by our people in the sciences and technology class.  Can anyone tell me why our people are divided into classes?”

Zev sat at a desk in the back of the class, his attention focused on reconfiguring his drawing tablet.  The screen was not rendering his schematics right.  The more he tried to reconfigure the settings, the more it became obvious that he needed to visit an Upgrade Center.

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A soft sigh escaped at the cost of a new upgrade, and he scowled at his deskmate and best friend when Weru pinched his right thigh.  Ignoring Weru’s painful attention, he frowned as he calculated the number of shillings in his wallet.  He had two thousand shillings left after his last job at the Village Center.  His little sister needed pocket money because she was going on a trip to a Conservation Center.  She liked buying plants so he had promised her five hundred shillings, which left him with fifteen hundred. His Luna VR business did not give him much cash was not liquid at the moment.

Upgrades on his tablet were not cheap.  The one he needed now would cost him four thousand, so he knew he needed to work his part-time job.

Miss Leya calls Zev to answer her questions

“Zev Mablevi!”

Zev looked up from the settings on his tablet to find his classmates watching him; their expressions were of varying degrees of amusement.

“I pinched you,” Weru whispered next to him. “You wouldn’t listen.”

Zev sighed and placed his tablet on his desk.  He stood up, pushing his chair back with a nervous cough.

“Miss Leya,” Zev said, trying a smile when the woman standing at the head of the class scowled at him.

Miss Leya was their History and Civics teacher.  She taught with devout passion and expected her students to have the same high love she had for the subject.  Zev found the class tedious.  It was a true tragedy that his technology training included History and Civics.

Zev could never understand why he needed to learn about the past.

“Zev, what are you doing in my class?” Leya asked, folding her arms against her chest.

The frown on her smooth forehead deepened.  Her braids were held in a tight ponytail on top of her head.  They swayed from side to side as she rocked on her heels.  She always looked neat in skirt suits tailored to fit her teaching station.  Today’s was pale green.

Zev bit his bottom lip sure there was no right answer to her question.

“I suspect you’ve been paying attention to the tablet on your desk,” Miss Leya said.  “You might be the top student in this class, but that does not allow you to ignore my lectures.  I would like you to answer my question.”

Zev glanced at Weru hoping for salvation.  He had no idea what question Miss Leya had asked.  Last he remembered, she was talking about Afrotheria’s Society Classes.

Weru shrugged and Zev gave an internal groan.

The Nine Classes of Afrotheria Society

“Um, Afrotheria has nine classes,” Zev said, plunging in.  “They are Science & Tech, Social Welfare, Medicine, Education, Conservation and Agriculture, Justice, Protector Class, Construction & Works, and The Registarion.”

His classmates burst into laughter, and Zev glanced at Miss Leya to find her frown even deeper.

“Thank you for the very comprehensive answer, but it proves my point,” Miss Leya said.  “You have not been listening.  Answer the question on the screen, Mablevi.”

Zev scratched the top of his head, his fingers sinking into relatively short hair, as he glanced at the glass on the wall at the front.  It was lit up with a picture of the Registarion Building in the Capital City, Kirit.

“Can you tell me why the Empire of Afrotheria votes a new Sable Council to work with the head of the Registarion every four years?” Miss Leya asked.

Zev stole a glance at his deskmate and scowled when Weru swallowed back a laugh.  Weru had known she was going to call on Zev, and now this was not going to end until Miss Leya made an example of him.

Zev cleared his throat and reread the question on the overhead screen.

“We, the people of Afrotheria, vote for a new Sable Council every four years to encourage change and development in our empire,” Zev said.  “Our national hope is to one day be free of the ghost wraith scourge.”

“Who is the head of the Registarion?” Miss Leya asked.

“The Elderon, who has a second in command called a Chancellor.  The Elderon is the head of the Sable Council and runs the Registarion on behalf of the people.”

“What does the Registarion do?”

“It assists the eight representatives in the Sable Council in their duties to ensure the various classes have sufficient resources,” Zev said.  “The Elderon is also the deciding vote in a Sable Council Meeting.”

“Where are the representatives from the Sable Council from?” Miss Leya asked.

“Um, t-they are voted in from the different classes,” Zev said.  “They are often the best in their various fields.  For example, the technology representative is Vin Saha, who invented the helmet used by the Protector Class in their duties.”

“Why is the Sable Council so important that it needs a deciding vote from the Elderon?” Miss Leya asked.

Zev paused wondering how to answer this question.

The Sable Council was important, but it was also filled with politics and power fights.  He never understood the importance of the crazy political fights among the class heads in the council.  Instead of fighting, he thought they should spend their time working for the people.

“Um,” Zev frowned.  “The ideal Sable Council represents the voice of the members of each class.  They come together to decide on matters like funding, crisis management, and the best way to fight off the ghost wraiths to keep villages safe.  They need the Elderon’s vote to break a stalemate when they cannot agree on a matter.”

Miss Leya stopped asking her questions and studied him for a moment before she changed the picture on the overhead screen.  Now there was a familiar ‘Vote Now’ sticker.  His tablet buzzed a message on his desk and he smiled when he read the acceptance message on the screen.  Thankfully, his part-time job woes were now solved.

Zev finds a part time job

“You’re quite versed in Civics, even as you refuse to pay attention in my class,” Miss Leya said.  “I know we have four weeks left together Zev, then you’re off to major in your beloved Tech Classes.  I hope you’ll one day see the importance of my lessons.  Now, are you going to vote tomorrow? You are seventeen, aren’t you?”

Zev shook his head.

“I’m not voting, Miss Leya,” he said.

“Why are you not voting?” Miss Leya asked, an expression of horror on her face.  “It is your civic duty to vote, Zev Mablevi. How else will you ever see progress in your village?”

“I’ve been requested to work at the Village Center and help with the voting process,” Zev said.  “Since I’m assigned to work the election, I cannot vote, only assist with the process.”

“Oh,” Miss Leya said, and then smiled at him.  “You should have told me before.  What an experience it will be for you.  Very good, Mablevi.  Sit down.”

Zev sat with a sigh and grinned at Weru.

“Pay attention in my class,” Miss Leya said.  “I would hate to penalize the top student because he’s fussing with a tablet.”

Zev took his tablet and slipped it into his bookbag, reaching for his notebook and making a show of sitting up to pay attention.

“Now, Zev has answered most of the questions I was going to ask about our governing body.  I will add one thing.  The Elderon and Chancellor make a pair.  They both take their position in the Registarion by a majority vote of the people.  The Sable Council’s stalemate vote is therefore broken by the empire’s majority opinion.  It is not the opinion of all the empire’s people.  So, what happens to the voice of the people who did not vote for the current Elderon or Chancellor?  Weru, why don’t you give me an answer.

Weru bit back a groan next to Zev, as he stood up.

“They have the minority leader,” Weru said, though his answer sounded more like a question than an answer.

“Correct, Weru,” Miss Leya said.  “The minority leader becomes part of the Sable Council as a silent branch named the Opposition.  His job is to watch what the Sable Council does and raise concerns if they find fault.  It forces the Elderon to be accountable to the people on behalf of the Sable council’s decisions.  The system is not perfect, but our empire remains stable for now.  Some of you are going to end up working in the Registarion.  I’m sure you’ll surprise us all with changes and improvements in the future.”

“Alright,” Miss Leya said.  “We’re at the end of our class.  I have something to give you before I let you go for the day.”

The Mysterious Form

Miss Leya picked up a bunch of forms from her desk and held them up.

“You’re all at eighteen years old and at the end of your semester in our small village academy.  We are three weeks away from your graduation.  You should all know your grade statuses by now.”

Chuckles and moans filled the classroom and Waweru sighed next to Zev.

Waweru’s grades were not so great.  They were also not low, so he could get by in their science and technology class. Weru could end up working in a research lab or concentrate his studies on technology applications.  He had very many prospects.  Problem was that Weru’s father was expecting Weru to enter the most prestigious Kirit Institute of Science and Technology.

The institute was in Afrotheria’s capital city, Kirit.  The members of the institute worked closely with the Protector Class on the fight to eradicate ghost wraiths.  It was prestigious to enter KISTech

Waweru did not want to join KISTech.  He wanted the freedom to choose a more sedate life.

Zev could not blame him.

Their Teru Province was a long way from Kirit Capital. Life in Teru was sedate, comfortable, and filled with many bright moments.  Zev’s parents had moved here for the quiet and peaceful nature of the province.  The most exciting thing they faced was watching a convoy of Guild Guardians driving through their village on training days.

“The form I’m handing out is very important,” Miss Leya said, breaking his thoughts.

She started a slow walk between the rows of desks in the room, handing each student a form.

“You’ll only see this form once in your life.  It is an application form used to change the class you entered at sixteen years old.  After this, changing your class will get harder than you can imagine.  It is difficult to change your class after years of training.  It feels like you’re starting from zero, so take my word for the truth.  I always ask my students to make this choice now, at eighteen, and few of them ever understand what I’m offering here.

“The Science and Technology Class is very elite, but it is also very consuming and demanding.  If you do not have the knack for innovation, the highest you’ll get is managing tech for companies, making household gadgets, or repairing them. If you don’t do well there, you’ll be doing grunt work in science labs.  I’m not scaring you.  I’m preparing you for the future.  If you don’t enjoy the Science and Technology class, you can choose to enter a different field at this time.  No one will stop you.  It is your future.”

Miss Leya paused by Zev’s desk and he started to reach for the form she was holding out to him.  He frowned when she pulled it away from him and handed it to Weru.

“In the case of stop students like Zev, we expect to keep them in Science and Tech in case he invents a weapon that can destroy ghost wraiths on sight.”

The class filled with chuckles and whistles at the compliment.

Zev sat back in his chair with a grin.  He enjoyed science and technology, mostly the tech part.  Still, he took the form from Miss Leya when she handed it to him with a wink.

Zev did not want to enter KISTech, but he did want to work at the lab where his parents worked here in Teru.  It would keep him close to his family and he would have a nice stable income.

Miss Leya continued down the row to the back.

“You do not have to turn in that form to me now,” Miss Leya said.  “We have two days off.  As you vote out there, and a new Registarion is ushered in the day after tomorrow, think about your future.  What you truly want to do, and if you have found the right place.  If you have not, come find me. I’ll assist you to find the place that serves your gifts as you wish.  Do you hear me?”

The class filled with murmurs and whispers about the forms.

Zev folded his form and put it into his bag next to his tablet.  He shifted closer to Weru.

“You should fill the form in and change your class,” Zev said.

“My dad would kill me,” Weru said with a shudder.

“You’re eighteen, Weru,” Zev said.  “You should have the choice to do what you want to do.”

“I can just imagine me telling Baba I want to move to the construction and works class.   He’ll have a heart attack,” Weru said with a sigh.

“Try talking to your mom for help,” Zev said.

Waweru gripped his tablet tight and shrugged.

I’ll think about it,” Weru said, folding the form from Miss Leya and slipping it into his shirt pocket.

Miss Leya returned to the front.  She was trying to get the class’s attention.  She tapped on her desk with a ruler.

“The credit belongs to,” Miss Leya said.

“The man in the arena whose face is marred with dust, sweat, and blood, again and again,” Zev and his classmate finished her sentence.

“Now that we’re on the same page, revise the last two chapters in your textbooks.  We’ll have a quiz on the day you return to class.  Zev, I expect a full account of your experience assisting the voting process at the village center.  Class dismissed.  Waweru, come see me.”

Zev patted Weru’s shoulder and grabbed his backpack, as he got up.

An Agreement to Meet in the VR and Zev meets his Sister

“Meet me in the Luna VR at nine tonight,” Zev said.  “I have something for you.”

“Sure, I’ll message you before I log in,” Waweru said, as he gathered his books.

Zev left the classroom and stopped when he saw his little sister Amare waiting for him.  She smiled and lifted a clear zip-lock bag filled with sugarcane strips.

Zev chuckled and motioned her to follow him along the hallway.

Amare handed him the sugarcane when she joined him, and he took her schoolbag from her.

“Do you have to work tomorrow?” Amare asked as they headed to the front gate of the school.  “It would have been nice if you could help babysit the twins.”

“I need cash for my tablet,” Zev said, chewing on a slice of sugarcane.  “Also, you have the tour to see the conservation garden coming up.  You need the money to buy the berry plants you wanted for your garden.”

“Zev, you don’t have to do that for me,” Amare said.  “I was going to make Mom Ava’s hair for extra money.”

“You don’t like making hair,” Zev said. “Don’t do it.”

Amare chuckled.

“Fine, but I get to bring you lunch kesho.  The twins and I will wait for Mom and Dad as they vote, then we can leave together.”

“Sounds good, can you make fried potatoes and beef stew?”

“I’m not taking orders,” Amare said.

“You can also make chapos with beef stew or pilau rice.  All three with beef stew is good too,” Zev continued making Amare laugh.

They walked home as they always did after school…


Genre: African Science Fiction, Novels set in Dystopian Africa

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Zev’s Afrotheria – Prologue


Njaro mountain rumbled, the sound heavy, earth-shaking, it filled the hearts of men with fear.  Dark clouds of smoke filled the sky over the mountain, thicker than rain clouds, they raced down the mountain as though alive.

In minutes, wild animals ran from the forests surrounding the majestic mountain.  The men, women, and children in the closest villages had no courage to stay then.  For when a lion runs, what can a man do but run to survive too?

Zev’s Afrotheria is a Fiction Novel Set in Africa. It is Afropunk sci-fi with a mix of adventure and romance. The ghost wraiths are not for the faint of heart.

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In an hour, hot red lava spewed from the depths of the mountain.  Damaging, angry, hotter than hell as man knows it, the lava spewed forth, forging a river of fire.  No living thing survived a single touch.  Not the tall, decades-old trees, birds, insects, and struggling animals that remained in the forest.  Certainly, not the humans who remained in stubborn determination in their homesteads hoping for divine salvation.

The lava came down, flowing in rivers of molten rock that destroyed anything it touched.  Silencing life in a hundred-mile radius.  Njaro Mountain’s majestic volcano brought with it a calamity after the lava hardened.  In a strange twist of nature, hidden in the depths of the earth, deadly creatures emerged from the cooling vents.

The people of Afrotheria called these creatures ghost wraiths.  The dark, large creatures resembled massive wolves with slick, oily black skin, and a mouth filled with teeth sharper than razors. They could crush a human’s body with one bite.  A new world began in the Empire of Afrotheria, one ruled by the menace of ghost wraiths.

Genre: African Science Fiction, Novels set in Dystopian Africa

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