Enugu Tintin May 2026

His first stop was the Rangers FC training ground. The button was from a limited-edition blazer, given only to the club’s "Executive Life Patrons"—a list that included politicians, oil barons, and one notorious scrap-metal dealer from Abakpa: Chief "Pocket" Nwosu.

Inside was a makeshift studio. Reel-to-reel tapes lined the walls. And in the center, on a vintage Revox machine, spooled “The Ebony Coal.” But the Albino Marmoset was there. She was not a ghost. She was a pale, gaunt woman in a raincoat, her monkey mask resting beside her as she spliced tape. enugu tintin

Her father, the late Chief Mbadinuju Eze, was a legendary highlife musician from the 1970s. Months before his death, he had recorded his final, unreleased song—a haunting melody titled “The Ebony Coal.” It was said to contain the coordinates of a secret, illegal mine his band had discovered, a cavern filled not just with coal, but with ancient, pre-colonial bronze artifacts. His first stop was the Rangers FC training ground

The tunnel began to shake.

"You want bronze?" Tintin said, reaching into his jacket. "Here. Take my drawing of it." Reel-to-reel tapes lined the walls

Before she could finish, the steel bulkhead exploded inward. Chief Pocket Nwosu stood there, flanked by three thugs with machetes. "You see," Pocket growled, "I don't care about songs or artifacts. I care about copper and bronze. Give me the tape, Tintin, or I’ll bury you in the coal tailings."

Tintin sketched the ghost’s description: a small, quick figure, a porcelain monkey mask with ruby eyes.