Surrounded by dark prophecies, the most populous black nation in the world struggled towards survival and redemption through the basic processes of democracy, as fragile as a flower. Within the struggle lived Frank Ugochukwu: not your ordinary troubled man, for his was a dark struggle with the very forces that rule the world; the same forces that determined for both individuals and nations who survived and who was doomed. As events spiral out of control in a twist of violence and suspense nobody could foresee the explosive end coming, least of all Frank, for whom love and redemption mattered most in the last ultimate confrontation.
FLOWERS IN THE DREAM OF A MAD MAN
It was miles from the nearest house in Amuche village and Frank calculated if nobody had shown up by now then nobody was showing up. The weather, for once, appeared to be in his favor here. The storm would have driven people indoors and to shelter. Finally, with a grim and dark smile of triumph, he moved. Gaining the most convenient low and hanging out limb from the tree wasn’t difficult. He trumped the rope so tight round the limb that even Goliath the Giant would hang if he swung from it. Then he pulled the long prepared noose tight round his neck and jumped.