The Sunday Motivation
Sunday's consciousness faded completely. Then a surge of power swept through his entire body, forcefully jerking him back to reality. Upon being conscious, various emotions of pain, regret, defeat and the rest began flooding his head so much that his head hurt. He staggered, holding onto his head with one hand while the other hand supported his waist.
He felt like strangling whoever had struck out so much damage to the Kpelekpe. No, not just strangling. He was going to destroy that person.
Kpelekpe? What was that? It sounded very alien and foreign to him.
And that wasn't because he was a blockhead. After all, he had scored so high in genesis 101 when he was still in school but had not come across any word or terminology as Kpelekpe or even Emere.
What was an Emere? And a Kpelekpe? Sunday mused. Even though he seemed to know just what they were but as he was now, there was no link to the concept from anywhere.