Novels by Omoleye

'Our brachiosaur nation of Dexter Islands would not be going extinct’, the soothing voice of the local station’s broadcaster, Taila Jenkins said the very next day after the big war. ‘No pun intended’, she added and it would pass for a really good joke by then.Life was back to normal for everyone. Khelain had returned home and got out from the underground, Tristan gave Samantha a long kiss and proposed to her immediately he returned home making her mother get so joyous that she cried. The same couldn’t be said for Dale.He had received treatment for his damaged left palm that only three full fingers left on it and had to cope with camera lenses that popped up everywhere he went to. On the third day after the end of Quppis, Dale joined a group of one hundred thousand citizens, dressed in gloomy clothes, at the Gollogher main cemetery – which was all the ground where all the military men of Dexter who had died in The Big Slaughter were laid – for a last-respect honour for all the fallen

Back at Sawer’s tower, there was a whole different case. By then, all the floors of the tower were covered with fire but there was Dale at the top floor, alone with Sawer. Sawer’s knee was dripping in blood and he was struggling to get to his feet and escape from Dale. He knew that verily, verily, it was over.Dale lunged forward and kicked Sawer again in his mouth making him groan and fall back to the ground, this time he made no effort to stand.‘How do you feel now?’, Dale asked.Sawer laughed, puffing out blood from his torn tongue and lips – a tooth fell out along it. ‘I think I should be the one asking you that question. You are done for, Dale. At the end of the day, Singalort would be the only liveable place in this country. Every other place will have been poisoned. I would be victorious and you…’, he laughed again. ‘Mr. Magnanimous, brave, courageous and yet did nothing great’‘The nuclear bomb, huh? Your 000001, don’t you think he would have told me?’‘He would not have betr

'Let’s go find Dale’, Barry said to the other men. It had been two hours since they had been shooting from the top of the Kappa dome. Currently as they viewed the ground, all they could see were more and more bodies but most of them were now Quppis’ men. Those of them who weren’t lying down were standing with their hands raised in the air and their weapons lowered to the ground. They were in the middle of a spacious circle of ten thousand soldiers in Japanese army uniform, pointing their guns to all the surrendered enemy combatants.‘Yes, let’s go’, Tristan said as they all jogged out of the dome.‘We’re good people. Friends of Dale’, Khelain said when they reached outside and some of the Japanese soldiers turned their guns to them. ‘G O O D. We…save…the…country. We’re not shooting you. Friends…We are…friends’, Khelain tried to demonstrate to the foreign-speaking military men. The men spoke to themselves without dropping their guns at them.‘Reece. Reece?’, one of the soldiers echoed.

Blood flowed out of his neck like a waterfall and he fell to the ground, still with no groans of pain or death. It was at this that Dale involuntarily pulled off the mask from his face. 000001 had gotten on his feet watching Dale stare at the real face of the alpha-man he just killed.The face of the alpha-man looked normal; like his own, like a regular young Dexterran kicking a pebble down the Crawdown Street. He had his mouth wide open in agony, trying to gain in breath. He raised his hand up to his heavily-bloodied neck, trying to resist the final chokes of death sourced from his neck. It was then that Dale noticed the most disturbing part; the reason he couldn’t speak. It was because he was dumb, he was one of the men whose vocal cords had been cut off. It was why his throaty shrieks looked like a video played on mute. As Dale watched the dying man, he couldn’t help tears rushing to his eyes.Dale wished he could save him but death already loomed around his eyeballs like murky wat

Baby Andrew’s head lay gently against the lap of his mother. It was half past four and unlike her little son, and her mother whose snores could be heard loudly from the other room, she hadn’t even fallen dizzy since the time that Tristan had walked out of the front door. Now, on all the three television channels that Dexter had, reporters could be seen standing in front of a camera summarising what was going on in the present most popular avenue in the world – The Singalort battlefront. Right behind them was smoke and mist and echoing of missiles everywhere.‘Presently as I speak, the last batch of expatriate troops have arrived from Asia at a number of eleven thousand and things are getting really awry here with…’, a bomb blast thundered nearby, sending the reporter crashing to the ground.‘Are you okay there? Reporter Ava?’, the main news broadcaster called.‘Yes. Emm’, the reporter replied, sighing heavily as she once again faced the camera and picked up the microphone. ‘Presently,

'What do you see there, Dale?’, Tristan asked. ‘They’re all dead?’, Dale heard another person ask and then on and on and on. The noise reminded him of men at the Tower of Babel. ‘Sir, please will you let us see what’s there?’Dale, still silent, placed the binocular to his eyes to be sure what he had seen were actually there. Through the lenses stood the most magnificent structures he had ever seen. The Quppis’ ground was covered with macadam and there was no grass on the land. On it stood eight grey domes, what Mark must have called hemispherical structures, each of them were as large as a maximum football field closed up. From the height Dale looked at them, they looked like little balls lined out on a very straight line. Right behind them, there was a tall thin tower, something like a tiny slice of a skyscraper. It was also grey and didn’t look like they were built with the same materials that other buildings he had seen were built with. At the side of those structures, there was a