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Zulai: I made my way to the safest place I could think of, it was just behind our house. A quiet peaceful place with long dark mango trees planted neatly around the place. I sat there in silence staring at a very ripe mango up on the tree while I thought about all the things that have happened yesterday. How I have been scolded for leaving the house without telling anyone, how I made them panic to the extent of fainting and our deal with my mother. We made a deal yesterday after she had recovered from the shock she had because she thought I was turned into a chicken by her friends brother Iro. She sat me down and we had a talk, a deep talk. She asked me what happed between me and Iro and I gave her a detailed explanation of the full event. I clearly stated that Iro is not my type and that I’d never marry him. Then she said “I know that marrying Iro is now out of the question after what had happened, but you know that sooner or later you’re going to pick a suitor and get married

CHAPTER 11/THE PREDICAMENT  I continue to give Mudi my unconditional Love. I reserved a plate for him everyday. When he was in the farm I will take the food to him. I gave him attention whenever he needed it. I did not withhold my feelings. I loved him how I knew. He was starting to warm up to me. He seem to genuinely enjoy our conversations.  Still I felt a pressure to impress him, but I did not want to scare him away. I was ready to change for him, to be the woman he wanted. But he did not want me to change. He had accepted me for who I am. I was dedicated to our Love.  Today I stood outside his house while Shatu went to call him. When he came she went back home. I ask that we should take a walk together, side by side. Feeling his presence, feeling him watch me as my heart jump of joy. He accepted without scuffle. We walked together, side by side. All the while we talked. He seemed to be in a sore mood, he refused to tell me why and i did not pressure him. I decided

Alhaji Dogos POV: I have been living in shame for the past four weeks, but not anymore. I am Finally getting my revenge, Zulai is going to pay for what she had done soon. All I need to do is to figure out a way to bury this charm and the rest of the things that I’ve gotten from the voodoo man at her house. I can’t do it myself because right now we are not on good terms with them, It’d look suspicious. I have to find someone they trust, someone who has complete access to the house, someone they wouldn’t suspect. I think I know exactly who that person is, Marka her mother’s friend. I need to hurry and get this over with, I have a wedding to plan. Alhaji Tanko my son will soon marry Zulai. I quickly left my house and went straight to Markas house, we met at the door because she was on her way out when I arrived. She was surprised to see me because ever since her husband died, I seldom pay her a visit. After saying our hellos I asked her where she was heading to. To my surprise , s

I went to the market to sell my food. I kept my tray beside me and sat on a flat stone as I waited for my beloved. People had started buying and I was busy selling. I was engrossed in my transactions when someone said  "how much for a plate?" Like a reflex action I recognize the possessor of the husky manly voice. How can I mistake the voice of the love of my life.  "For the possessor of my heart, nothing. I said" with a full toothy grin.  He smiled and that made my day.   Talking to Mudi is always a pleasure, it is sweet and hypnotizing. Everything about talking to him was amazing, his expression, his face, his smile, his laugh, his body movement, the way he calls my name, everything.  So sweet was conversing with him that I got carried away and made the mistake of putting my feet on a stone, beside me as I handed  a full heaped plate to my Mudi. His friend Hamza called him. Hamza was shooting me deadly glares, let's just say he still hasn'

It has been two weeks. I had properly recuperated. It was time to face my parents. Hajiya(my mother) gave me the lecture this time. "Ladi" she says, " you know we have to raise money for your marriage one way or the other. Since you cannot stay in the city and work like every responsible girl. We have decided you are going to be selling food, we shall buy a clay bank and save the money earnestly . From tomorrow you will be selling rice and beans and  if we can raise enough money spaghetti." She added "Ok" I said It was settled, I will hawk to raise money for my marriage. It was okay by me as long as Mudi will be the Handsome groom. My mother cooked the food and put it in a bucket while I carried a tray with plates, spoons, oil, pepper, salt, chopped Lettus and diced tomatoes on my head. I was off to the most crowded place in our village, the market. I met Hajara when I reached there. She was also selling peanuts and tofu. There was something d