Chapter 1: Wahala for Zaria

After the great war chief of the Garba Kingdom, Musa Danladi, lead five hundred thousand men to their death, everywhere for Zaria capital just burst wahala—some people dey shout make dem run, others dey halla say make dem fight.

You for see market women, wrapper tie high, dey scream, "God forbid! We no go gree!" Old men under mango tree, dey chew kola, dey argue with eye red like pepper. Palace drummers dey beat talking drum fast, dey send coded signal for air—'Wahala don land!'

Ikenna Okoye, wey just transmigrate enter Musa Danladi body, hear the tori sharp.

E still dey shock for body, heartbeat dey jump like person wey dem wake for midnight. 'So na me now, inside this wahala?' Him old life dey flutter for him mind like torn Ankara for breeze.

Wetin? Fulani raiders dey come? Na big chance be that!

He grin small, mind dey sharp like person wey get two eyes for back. 'Na now my own show go start,' he reason. This kind opportunity no dey come every day. For him heart, war na the only way to wash shame commot face.

First, he give Baba Audu, wey dey shout make dem run, correct beating, then sharp sharp, Mallam Sani force am to become king.

People for palace shock—'This Musa Danladi don craze?' Some women cover face, children press body for corner, elders dey clear throat dey pretend say dem no see. But for Mallam Sani mind, na sign of lion spirit wey he dey find since.

But even that one no fit stop Ikenna Okoye from carrying eight hundred cavalry, go do gbosa for enemy camp, go find Umaru.

As he mount horse, the horses themselves dey restless, wind dey blow dust for their hooves. Young men dey whisper, 'Na who get this kind liver?'

As Umaru see Ikenna Okoye and him eight hundred cavalry, the guy shock. You no wan defend your city, na me you dey rush? Where your sense of fairness?

Umaru shake head, even his own warriors dey hide smile, dem never see this kain wahala before. One of them mutter, 'Na wah o, dem say north dey hot, but this one na fire.'