Tsali's Heir

The power of the beard is unimaginable. Think about it. Why do old and responsible men always sport a goatee? Well all I've got is an undeveloped moustache. Infact, forget undeveloped. It is practically non-existent. What can my sparse beard do to help in this war. Though I won't hesitate to kill whoever touches my sister , at the end of the day, I'm just a boy with no skills after all. ... O sogbladza... send down lightning. Can't you see what's going on? Or have the bright flashes of your thunder bolts blinded you? Do you want a goat? Or should I kill a fowl .... *** Lamentations made from empty stomachs Dont reach the gods my friend. Do you have to be reminded of simple customs? ..... A hungry man is an angry man, don't turn your hunger muffled anger against men towards the gods, lest you waist your time and end up igniting their wrath. Mind you... a scheduled time gives way to showers of cowries *** yeah whatever./ In a far away corner of West Africa in the now eerie Zewu village of the once great glinwu clan, Atsu who had been bestowed the title of chosen must gather the necessary equipments and skills needed in his steps to bring his crumbling clan from collapse. Zewu was raided. And the inhabitants were sold of or made into slave breeding machines. His sister just happened to be in this category. ... Is this mountain climbable?!