Where there is death, the giver of life is king. Rarer than sweet kukre itself, the addictive koda is desired in both silken sheets and shaded streets, for some journeys take one to clouds and skies where no one else may ever go.
Koda is chalked up to a gift from the heavens, for what else can describe the sheer invincibility and divinity felt when it is consumed? And for the chance of partaking in such a gift, who wouldn’t start wars that could end existence?