"You have an idea who bears the name Lailah?"   He asked the rather in a haste lady who had a child strapped to her back. She obviously wasn't going home because that route she was plying only would lead to the sea.    That was the third person he would accost on that route. And none of them seemed to have an idea who Lailah was.   But he had thought that Lailah should be rather popular given by the thing she had said to him when they last met.    Twas just an experience which he would love to have over and over again.      He looked back briefly at the woman again. She was too young to be bearing such pain. She should be like Lailah, not like his annoying wife.     He was walking towards the end of that path. There was a broad field before him. Like a lawn of earth.     There was another path to the right of the end of that one he was

      "News got to me from your father before your arrival, dear Prince."    The king of that village said smiling. He was royally adorned like every other king. Only that his seemed to be an excess of what you would expect.    Well, twas very much hard to tell if he had done it because of the arriving son of the Duke or was used to it.     "You look very much differently. Do you remember me? It's fifteen years now. You were five when we last met."    The king kept flowing. The surrogate of the prince walked to the seat specially consecrated to him.      The man was fidgeting, he was only there to meet Lailah but had made a mess of it all.    He felt like telling the king about it but couldn't wield the words. Time would test his willingness.     "Bring out the King's special."    The king ordered the att

       "A news just got to me and if the information is accurate, then you two better sort a way of vanquishing eternity."     The King of Kula said to the two Warriors standing before him. They were dressed in royal skirts with some touch of fibre garments running from their right shoulders to the fall of the waist.    One immediately went on his knees and the second took suit.    There were few chiefs on seat and several attendants going in and out of the palace as though twas some market square.     "Nobody comes in again! Shoo!"    The King ordered at the top of his voice. The attendants scrambled outta his presence and only two were left by the throne. Fanning the king.     Left in the palace with the king were the three chiefs, the kneeling warriors and the two attendants.     There was a leopard tied to the la

      "Come here."    Lailah called, breaking the breath pace. She looked sternly at the man walking towards her. She had no idea what really had turned her on at that moment but she could roast an elephant with the heat swelling in the depth of her whole.    The surge coursing through her spine was crushing and her eyes were tuning. One thing would lead to another and the odds of being ruthless would be ferocious.    All she could see at that moment was a naked man walking towards her. Though the man was clothed in a lose robe, yet she could see his huge erection dangling to and fro.    She couldn't wait to put her mouth to it and make a vehicle of it.    Twas that hut by the sea. That hut where he had lain with Loe. That same hut had she brought the new man.     Far from preyi

         "Tell me about Havila."    The daughter of the Duke of Ikpala said to Loe. Of course she thought Loe was the assassinated prince.     Loe looked at the lady. She was quite beautiful but not as hot Lailah was. He could find solace in her for the meantime till he would find Lailah or just forget about Lailah.    Getting married to that lady seemed promising as the king had promised him heaven and Earth.    One of the contentions he had was the fact that he was going with the Duke of Ikpala to Havila, to meet his supposed father and for the marriage alliance to be finalized.     He had wanted to escape but had been caught by one of the guards who definitely mistook his advances.    That had pushed up some doubts about him but he had steered clear of related actions that'd kindle the flame of the doubts.