Chris Timkat 🔥🔥🔥🔥

Jos was cold as Antarctica in those days rocks sharp, scattered, carved in strange forms, as if the land itself was waiting. Then came a sharp cry. A child was born… a king was formed. A journalist, maybe. A writer, perhaps. Who truly knows the paths he is still conquering? But history history has already written it. He is the Legend, blood of conquerors, one of Alexander’s descendants. 🔥