PROJECT PEN [SEASON III]

✨JUDGES REVIEW {BATCH ONE}✨

Hola Cribbers🙃

It is with great pleasure that we welcome you to the first batch of the judges review for stage two!.

DRUMROLLS PLEASE 🥁

This is the era everyone has been waiting for. Where the Contestants no wan gree for the Judges, but the Judges is always giving them gbas gbos.

You get my joke right?😉

For this batch, we will be having the following contestants;

001 PEN REAPER VS 019 THE ASCENDANT

002 CAESAR VS 009 THE RISING SUN

003 LIONESS VS 029 MEDUSA

004 JAY VS 016 SUMMER WRITER

And with that, we welcome the first pair for tonight!

•001 THE PEN REAPER VS 019 THE ASCENDANT

001 The pen Reaper

Ba-bump, Ba-bump, Ba-bump.

“Ụmụ-ada ani Alaeze, Ani na ebe-akwá. - The daughters of Alaeze, the Earth is beckoning.”

In the heart of Alaeze, where the sun dips into the horizon, and paints the sky with hues of crimson and gold, Nne-ochie Dumebi (Dumebi's Grandmother) lay on her mat, her chest rising and falling with each laboured breath. The air is thick with the scent of blooming flowers. The metallic smell of blood and the pungent smell of flesh fills Nne-ochie Dumebi’s hut, while the gentle melody of crickets and frogs sounds in the background. 

“Nne-anyi (Our mother), can you hear the voice of Ani (The Earth)?" Dumebi asks, her voice barely above a whisper.

Nne-ochie Dumebi smiles as her bright eyes lock on Dumebi's scared eyes. "Take my necklace, Dumebi. Ani Alaeze (The Earth of Alaeze) calls for her daughters. Those gone, those to come, and the one who is here." Nne-ochie Dumebi whispers, chasing the flies that are gathering around her fatal wound. 

Dumebi's hand trembles as she reaches for her grandmother's necklace. “Nne-anyi, I cannot take your necklace, you will die!" Dumebi withdraws her hand, dropping it to her side with a heavy sigh.  

With a gentle smile, Nne-ochie Dumebi  places Dumebi's hand on her necklace. "You must if you intend to answer Ani. Take it, and bring us peace."

Dumebi's fingers close around the necklace, and her grandmother's eyes sparkle with joy. "Remember, Dumebi, the Opuruiche were once the pride of the Earth, singing to the goddess Ala and bringing forth her kindness and love upon the Earth. But the humans feared us, and to protect us from their fear, Ala bound us to this corner of the world with a shield to keep the humans out. Now, the Earth has called for the daughters of Ala to sing once more. Answer her call, and may our ancestors guide you." Nne-Ochie Dumebi smiles, dropping her necklace into Dumebi's hands 

 Dumebi watches as the lights go out from her grandmother's eyes,  stifling her tears, and holding the necklace close to her chest. 

'I have killed my grandmother!’ The voice rings loud in Dumebi's head as she makes for the shield. 

Under the starry night sky, Dumebi runs swiftly. She runs past the tall palm trees, feeling the cool earth under her feet, the winds lightly lashing at her face. The grass rustles as she races past them, disrupting the melody of the frogs and crickets. Dumebi is almost at the shield when her father's voice echoes in the distance.