Table of Contents

1. A Factory Worker 2. Good Guy 3. Nicest 4. Aabera is Powerfull 5. Not Great 6. Wicked Man 7. Best Friends 8. What's Wrong with Him 9. Wise Man 10. Cursed Teachers 11. My loved Son 12. Plane Crash 13. Projects Man 14. The Ghost of Dederai 15. Wise was Bossiah 16. Donlema's Son 17. Beroondel 18. Thanks to Prayers 19. Cordelia was Brilliant 20. Maths Helps 21. Kalerum is a Corpse 22. For the Love of Bread 23. Why the Short Name 24. Sightings of Ekpona 25. Weeping around Borough's Country 26. Broken Prestigious Capital
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26. Broken Prestigious Capital

Chapter One

Aanaabera was a good and known programmer. She had two programs and were widely used.

While working on her laptop one evening. The Lord of Screen called.

Lord of Screen: When will you leave the capital of this Country.
Aanaabera: Forget those wars my Lord, we are in the Capital of a Prestigious country. It doesn’t fall over years.

Lord of Screen: Work without reading news is bad work.

She looked at the news about the wars in the other states and continued with her programming work.

Lord of Screen: Every hundreds of years people change on earth. And history stops to hold.

Chapter Two

Where Aanaabera lived can be called Country A. In Country B the Crowned Governor called his beloved programmer about Aanaabera’s second program.

Governor: She lived in the Capital that was broken. Please rewrite this program. We can’t live here without it.

His Programmer: I hope you haven’t forgotten old Sir, that maths remains difficult. The program in discuss has much maths like a realistic painting program (cartoons or 3d)

Governor: What then do you suggest?

His Programmer: We hope and wait, her site is still not down.

Chapter Three

After the forceful change in Government, the Capital was relocated and most parts of the old Capital was demolished. It consisted more of rubbles and good roads.

Aanaabera then decided to go to the old Capital to assist with care of the broken bodies and the poor people now created. Her programs made her a little fat pursed.

What do you think of this new Government? Some asked Aanaabera
Aanaabera: Please don’t talk to me about any Government because the wall’s have ears.

Stranger: I don’t understand you.

Aanaabera: Without taxes we can still solve small small problems. Thank you.

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