Prologue

"I woke up in the middle of that night from a nightmare, a terrible one at that,I had a terrible dream, I saw Aunt nkem on a red flay gown. It was not the natural red colouring, it seemed red from blood. I could here crisp cries of children. I heard one obscure scream...It said: "help me, save me"; the sly smile on her cherry red lips was too intimidating that it sent chills down my spine. I was too terrified to move or speak. I was terror-stricken to think of anything other than tiny ripples of anger and disgust forming the resolve for a rebellion in my heart. I gazed into her eyes; the look in them was one synonymous to greed and lust for blood..."