PINNACLE 1 by Guillaume Mwamba (little bear else holmelund minarik txt) 📖

the wind was howling like wolves seeking for whom to devour. Namibia offers space, silence, and the chance to get away from it all: it’s the second least densely populated country on the planet, with only two people per square kilometer. You can drive for hours under huge blue skies without seeing another car, surrounded by landscapes so vast and empty that at times you feel like you’re on the edge of the planet. In an overpopulated world, there aren’t many places left where you can immerse yourself as deeply in remote wilderness areas as in Namibia. The driest in Africa country south of the Sahara, Namibia is covered in a large swathe of desert, giving rise to an array of unique plants and animals adapted to the harsh climate, such as the welwitschia which can live for more than 1000 years, and the famous desert elephants which are only found in one other place on the continent. In terms of big game safaris, Namibia has several parks and reserves, but its stand-out is Etosha National Park, where during the winter months the ease of spotting wildlife is nearly unrivaled in Africa. Other special wildlife highlights in Namibia include tracking black rhino and cheetahs on foot.

    Namibia’s extreme landscapes are a big part of why the country is so unique. From the sand seas of Namib where you’ll find the tallest dunes in the world, to the awe-inspiring Fish River Canyon, Namibia is home to some of Africa’s most spectacular natural sights. Up to where catastrophic has afflicted pains, sorrows, and death by muzungus to the once peaceful kingdom of Namibia, Africa. Unless the malevolent ruthless treasure hunter, who wants nothing, doesn’t care about anyone but riches. Her name is Dr. Leona Dacor and her men arrived in Namibia on their engine boat. DR.LEONA DACOR, twenty-two, a mixed African-American renowned woman treasure hunter and great-grandniece to luscious. She has dark puffy hair, a red Christmas sweater, a thick khaki trenchcoat, suit pants, and army brown shoes. She has superhuman strength, skill in martial arts hand-to-hand combats. At the same hours around one in the morning, there was a funeral ceremony. Because one of the King’s best friends died, leaving his only son who is betrothed to his daughter. Her name is Nadine. And her betrothed who lost his father the chief of the kingdom, his name was Beta—means Obey in Bemba. While they were leading Beta’s father's corpse so they might bury it, he was covered in mummified remains.

Some valuable and some precious pure wealth on a covering carrier. As they were getting closer at the entrance, Dr. Dacor and his men invaded their village. “I believe this is how far you go. Because you have something very important to me, yes?” Leona smirked. “What? You again? What do you want with us, muzungu? Haven’t you done more than enough damage to us? You take all of our wealth including our golden mining caves. So, what more do you want from us? As you can see, God is seeing everything—a—ah!” King Pala screamed. Because Mr. Francine’s men open fire at him. “Ha—ha—ha, good job John—Saul, and besides savages, you should watch what you speak. Besides, I don’t want to wish for your deathbed—!” One of his men cried. Because he got shot by an arrow through his heart. With more arrows flying at them, but that didn’t end up well with the Namibia tribes. Well, since Dr. Dacor’s men open fire at them. Killing most of them and he orders his men to make their huts in flames. Ex-marine Dr. Dacor dug into the wealth of special things of Beta’s father and took the most expensive tablet of the ancient scriptures of the Curse Gold Palace. Which was the key to the Empire of Gold in the gold mining that they took away from them? Killing most of King Pala’s men and taking all of their gold by force. “No! You can’t take that thing very—!” Beta shouted. Before Beta would go after him so he might give it back to him, but King Pala pulled him back. “Nah-huh, Beta, don’t try to take it back by force. Unless you want to join your father too?” Pala said. Beta looked at the king in tears and cried bitterly into his bosoms. “Yeah—yeah, Beta, you should listen to what your father in—law—says. By the way, King Pala, it was very nice meeting you. Too bad I am not able to stay because I got the wealthiest and expensive pure gold to catch. Which will make me rich, anyhow, bye I hope to see you later, hahaha. Come on, boys, let’s go before they start crying,” Francine laughed. His men scoffed and laughed with him. Most of the Namibia people scattered all over the village for their dear life.

    The moment I stepped out of the CPS’s Headquarters in Washington, outside that morning, I met face-to-face Director Nathalia Lyon. Next to was standing the most breathtaking enchanting gorgeous woman, who seemed in her twenties. NATHALIA LYON, ninety-eight, is still healthy, experienced, and an attractive American woman in her forties. She was wearing all khaki, I mean khaki long shorts, a short-sleeve shirt, a cowboy hat on top, and army black boots. CLAIRE LYON, nineteen, most breathtaking brilliant gorgeous Christian woman. She has puffy curly black hair, brown eyes, and was wearing all khaki, I mean khaki long shorts, a short-sleeve shirt, a cowboy hat on top, and army black boots. “Nathalia? Is that you? And what brings you here?” I asked. “Still, I never see a girl next to you. Who is she?”  "Morning, Mvuela. This is Claire Lyon. She is my great-granddaughter who came from New York living with her father. She was born here but she appeared this morning at my doorstep with catastrophic news. Her father, who is my grandson Simon Lyon, married a woman from Africa." Nathalia paused.  “Excuse me? From Africa?” I blinked. Nathalia glared at me with confusion.

CHAPTER SEVEN

 

I broke laughing hard when I saw Nathalia's confused expression. “Well, yes but he didn’t know that she was royalty. Still, Zuri’s Claire died after giving birth to her. Now her great-grandfather in Namibia thinks that Claire speaks Swahili, but she doesn’t-,” Nathalia paused. Nathalia stopped when her great-granddaughter. Nathalia paused when her great-grandchild discontinued her, although she was full of meekness, respectful, obedient, and energetic and has her nature gorgeousness perfection. “Morning. Mvuela isn’t it? Please, help us. I think I need your help?” Said Claire. “Well, CIA Director, my great-grandmother here has sent you to help me investigate the threat of the curse golden palace in Namibia. Henceforth, I was hoping since I don’t know their native language—you would—you would help me translate and help investigate. What do you say?” Claire pleaded. “Ugh, Lyon, what am I going to do with it? And no can do—I am not going to help you. By the way—by what transportation we are going on?” I asked. “Come on, Mvuela, please?” Claire begged. “Nah, I cannot go by ship,” I insisted. “Mvuela, you cannot be serious—can you? And we are going by airplane!” Claire blinked. “What am I going to do with you now? Oh, Mon Dieu. Quel genre de problème c'est ceci?” I whined. “What is that French you spoke? And what does it mean?” Claire asked. "Yes, it is French. And it means—oh my God. What kind of problem is this? Happy? Now I need to go home and rest. Obviously can you please excuse me?” I said. Heading towards my car I didn’t have much to do at home, but I was thinking of going to type my novel book. “I can’t believe this Mvuela, you are really afraid of flight, are you? Ha-ha, hey, Mama—Mama!” Called Claire. “Calm down Claire? I am next to you...you know!” Nathalia replied. “Correct! Still, you need to know this!” Lyon shouted. Nathalia stopped for a moment at what she was gazing at her great-grandchild for minutes. Although old Nathalia loved her great-grandchild Claire Lyon very deeply, she sometimes marveled at her energetic spirit.

‘Oh boy, here comes troubles that I wouldn’t want to expect. Lyon always makes up things to make me go with her to Africa. Sometimes I feel like she is just using me and soon or later she and her great-grandmother are going to betray me,’ I thought. Nathalia glared at me with a warm smile as she watched Claire Lyon squealing with excitement. Additionally, Nathalia came from England to America, henceforth, I always heard both Claire and Nathalia speaking in a British accent. “Yeah, what is it—Claire?” Nathalia asked.  “Can you believe that Mvuela here is afraid of heights?” Claire chuckled. “What? Mvuela? Afraid of the water?” Nathalia blinked. “Yup, he is—!” Claire replied. “No way! I have always known Mvuela to be the best shooter and a highly skillful CIA to engage in Martial Arts combat. So—sorry, Claire. I don’t believe you,” Nathalia scoffed. ‘Goodness-gracious, Nathalia. Not cool!’ I wondered. "Alright, Claire, I will come with you to the airplane to prove to you that I am not scared of the little height’s wind rumbling. You know when I was growing up, I used to be afraid of the water, but not anymore,” I signed. “Yay! Then it is decided. And I believe all of your clothes are packed already—isn’t it?” Claire giggled. “Of course, and why?” I asked. “Because I ordered my two CIA agents to pack your suitcase of clothes,” Nathalia interrupted. “What? You can be serious? We are leaving today?” I asked. “Yes.” She added. "What? How? And I have not packed my weapons yet?” I said. "Who cares about your weapons?" Claire asked. ‘Um, man this feels like deja vu,’ I wondered. “Right. I might help you out. Besides, it has been for the longest time since I set foot in Namibia,” I replied. “It was settled then, Mr. Mvuela,” discontinued Simon Claire’s father.

   SIMONE LYON, forty, handsome American man. Haircut, professional beard, blue eyes, and was wearing the same khaki clothes as his grandmother and daughter. "And we don't hurry, we will miss the flight!" "Right. "We heard you, Simon," I scoffed. All five of us discovered ourselves on our flight, neither didn't realize that we were already closer to Namibia's airport. Unless the plane landed, and all of us discovered ourselves outside Namibia's airport. All five of us arrived before the king's palace wearing royal leopard African clothes. Rafiki introduced us to him, King Pala was overflowed with joy to finally meet her great-granddaughter. Both of us the king recognized ourselves. Old friend Pala told to me that the land is one is a curse, killed a whole village overnight decades ago, and the muzungus are on the forbidden ground in the Cursed Golden Palace. I discovered myself on the staircase palace, making my way toward the highest pinnacle of the Cursed Golden Palace. Arriving at its door,  pulling my silent revolver, knocked the nearby opponent at the door, and murder him. Up to where I killed Golgotha with the other old traitors of mine. "Have no idea that you come over here. Er- Ordained, of the Living God Almighty?" A peculiarly deep voice said. "Excuse me and what was that-? Gah!" I