David Mogo Godhunter by Suyi Davies Okungbowa
English | 2019 | Fantasy | ePUB | 2.2 Mb
David Mogo : Lagos will not be destroyed
The gods have fallen to earth in their thousands, and chaos reigns.
Though broken and leaderless, the city endures.
David Mogo, demigod and godhunter, has one task: capture two of the most powerful gods in the city and deliver them to the wizard gangster
No problem, right?
“When I get in, Papa Udi is seated on the one ratty settee in our sparse living room, staring at nothing. A bottle of ogogoro, the local South Nigeria gin with like 70% ethanol, rests on the sofa’s arm.
“Wetin happen?” I ask him.
Papa Udi rises in creaks. He’s a gangly old man with pockets of thinning grey hair, no beard. He’s wearing his usual raffia-resist àdìrẹ̀ shirt and matching shorts. His tired old eyes are set deep in their sockets, retreating, as if they’ve seen too much.
“Why you dey siddon for inside darkness?” I ask.
“Ungh.” He chews slowly, showing me his yellow teeth. As a child, I used to be scared of his bursts of irritation; that air of calm that glides over an impatience about him, like a dog kept in check by its tamer, capable of anything once the patting hand is removed. You never knew what he was going to do next, especially when he was wasted on this shit. I still never know.
He waves a hand, starts to move, then stops, forgetting why he got up in the first place. They don’t call the drink push-me-I-push-you for nothing.
“Eh.” I kick off my boots. I consider telling him about Ajala and his proposal, but that’s obviously out the window now. “As you be like this, you go fit run ebo for me this night? I gats work tomorrow.”