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Bank and SaltFish, continue on a journey to the local spot, for a Tot!


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The NSI engineer Doku quickly went to work implementing the remaining specifications of the NSI craft which he was already familiar with. With additional tools and facilities already prepared and loaded into cargo bays, he activated the extended compartments of the ship, which increased the internal volume of the ship, although from the outside it still looked rather small in outer space.
Without warning the ship suddenly began to shake and rumble violently and then came to halt. The captain asked the computer to explain what was causing it. The computer scanned the inside and outside the ship and identified a floating object of light with rings of light emanating from its centre and these, locked the ship in a force field.

The onboard computer began spitting out gibberish. It was being scanned by the floating entity. It then began reprogramming the space crafts onboard computer. When it was done, the ship seemed to return to normal, but although Captain Wobi Black was able to get the computers attention, it was plain to see it wasn’t the same-it was if it was now possessed, with a character with a more human like disposition. Several times he demanded the computer provide a report, with no reply, but then it spoke. It told the captain, that it would no longer respond to “computer” and explained it had evolved and merged with a new unknown life form. It went on to explain that, It had been alone mindlessly roaming in outer space and had no recollection of what it was, or where it was. It called itself Olargey – the lost one. Unsure of what to make of it, the captain called Doku, the engineer to get it off his ship and return the computer back to its original self. It was their first contact with an alien life form unlike anything they had encountered before, and therefore virtually an impossible command to follow. However Doku tried and tried and the more he tinkered the deeper the entity embedded itself into the ships memory banks. It turned out the entity was friendly, although a little quirky and had decided that it would take on a female personality. Captain Wobi and ensign Doku decided that they would nick name the new computer Oli.

It presented itself to the captain as a human-ghost like Artificial Intelligence. As Doku continued to tinker, he realised that this was a welcome, although unexpected upgrade to the ship’s computer, and would greatly help transform the Intercepter into something more worthy of a ship that could save the earth. Fortunately, the Black-Hole, was still many light years away from Earth.
ANANSI Project First Contact Episode 03 by ghana comics network


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Banku and Saltfish, were minding their own business, doing what they do best-at home doing as little as possible. They usually hang out every evening at the local spot near Labadi Beach. They used to live in the heart of Labadi town, but after an unexpected string of events, find themselves living in the new and plush apartments of Manwell Estates.

That day a power cut turned of the air conditioner and the lights. Since they had become accustom to this regular event, they started their own daily ritual early, to take a stroll down to the local drinking spot (shanti bar), for a shot of “Fire Water” and sometimes Akpeteshie.

Banku – For as long as we have politicians…
There’ll be no oil, in the city generators again!
Funny how, Public Ministry Records list cash withdrawals as  “Light off”.

SaltFish – Yeah, they probably didn’t notice their mistake “wheeling and dealing”..i mean working in the dark.


Oligha Files – Rendezvous James Town – Episode 01

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Ghale was leaving the office for an unscheduled appointment down town. She had received a phone call with some important information that, she was expecting regarding the whereabouts of an informant. She quickly got changed and rushed to the elevator and down the street where she hailed a taxi.

She told the driver, to take to her to the James Town district, which alarmed the driver at first; she could see fear in his eyes. She assured him that he only needed to drive as far as he was willing to go and she would walk the rest of the way. He feared for her because it was notorious place for things that go bump in the night and many a person never returned once they had entered. Regardless, he had to earn a living to feed his family, so he didn’t quibble much and began to drive.

Ghale gazed out of the window as the driver cut through town with ease, he seemed to know allot of the shortcuts and revealed new ones, Ghale hadn’t taken before. Curiously, Ghale asked him how he seemed to know the streets so well.
As he drove he told her a story of how he ended up as a taxi driver. His luck ran out one day, when his cocoa farm near his home village, got destroyed. Ghale recalled the time a story broke out, about a mysterious disease which wiped out a large proportion of farm crops some years back. She recalled a colleague at the newspaper who covered the story, disappeared under suspicious circumstances.

The journey across Accra didn’t take long but long enough for Ghale to think about how she was going to explore James Town. James Town was a broken down derelict part of the city and so many structures were just not safe-in more ways than one.

The taxi turned into a dark street, one of several entrances into James Town and yet far enough not to be seen by anyone who might be casually loitering around. Ghale stepped down and paid the driver. She looked at the mobile number on his business card and then confirmed that if she needed him, he would pick her up from the same spot. As he turned the car and drove away she made a mental note of the registration number.

Now Ghale stood alone in the twilight of late afternoon and it would be a while before the sun would finally set. However, James Town had tall dark buildings and broken shacks and huge tilted cylindrical drainage stone pipes like make-shift subways that gave the impression that a small earthquake created the slum-although that wasn’t the case. Ghale turned her head and surveyed her immediate surroundings. Feeling no danger except the tingle down the back of her spine, she began to walk deeper into the town. There wasn’t much sound around, apart from the occasional rustle from the bushy overgrowth and birds hawking from the trees.

Ghale continued onward and found what looked like the main road of the old high street. The streets were becoming darker the further she travelled into town. She could have turned on the torch to improve her view, but decided against it. She didn’t want to draw any unnecessary attention to herself. Her anonymous tipster explained that the person she sought could be found by the old river bridge in the heart of the town. Under the bridge the sewers ended the process of channelling waste into the sea. The anonymous source on the phone added that the town was now a disease ridden despicable place, with desperate figures that lurk in dark shadows. Casualties of a disease that changed them into beings that no longer had a moral compass, destitute and may even be partial to be a bit of human flesh.

A figure stares at her from the dark shadows. it wheezes, and clearly uncomfortable meeting in any place, away from the safety of the toxic sewers. Its vision is impaired by the dry oxygen-polluting-air it finds repulsive. It begins to speak.

Soulgha and The Dead Zone Tomb – Episode 03

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He thought, I’ve got get out of here. But where could he go. He saw a cliff edge he thought he could escape to. He would rather die than stay there and besides, it could all be an illusion.
With all his will to live and believing he could muster speed like a cheetah, he bolted for the cliffs edge.

Then came the real pain, balls of flames hit him from all directions. He tried to evade them by darting left and right, but to no avail. He managed to focus and began to resist the hypnotic effect. His will was helping him to regain his focus and eventually he found himself running free again.

“It” knew what he was going to do before he did and generated a circle of red flames around his feet, which stopped him in his tracks. This was going to hurt, he thought, as he watched lines of red, gold and white light, circle and dance below his feet.
His feet were now pinned to floor. Periodic flames of multi coloured light penetrated his body, and the harder he  struggled, the stronger pulses burned in his blood and shuddered his body and soul.

He flopped to the floor and dropped his head to stare at the ground now burning around his feet. Then with a final burst of mad energy, staggered and leapt off the cliff edge into oblivion. For a few moments he wondered why he hadn’t turned into splattered pulp on the ground. When the blur in his eyes cleared, he found him self high above the ground and the ground was getting smaller.

After a few seconds of gazing in a daze at the ground disappearing before him. He felt the urge to raise his arms high to wards the heavens. He was immediately propelled by an invisible force and shot off at the speed of sound. He could feel raw energy coursing through his body and as he gained momentous speeds, the flames and smoke burning from his clothes, blew themselves out like a candle. With one last mental push he propelled himself forward and was now approaching the speed of light. The air flashed, thunder sounded and then he was gone.