NOT MAN ENOUGH Novel

At the break of dawn, the sun hatched out of the nebulous clouds at the horizon. The birds were leaving their nests, flapping away across the splendid mixture of the dark-shaded sky, announcing the birth of a new dawn. The neighborhood was calm and yet to assume the hustle and bustle characterized with each new day. It was the same with the Nzeribe’s household. The compound was deserted, except for the gatekeeper, Monday, who was dosing on his seat at his duty post. He smacked his body at intervals, wading away the vicious mosquitoes feasting on him.