Super Story: Goddess Of The Sun (Adaora Part 2)

[Miss Ifeoluwa]

Goddess Of The Sun (Adaora Part 2) - Episode 1

She was half awake in the middle of the journey. The men that had taken her against her will were the warriors of Amabara. They had placed her on a bamboo bed as they had been instructed by the great dibia, Igwekala. The oracle had told them of the powers that the moon virgin possessed.

She was still in the dark about them; this made her a dangerous person because she couldn’t control her powers. The oracle had done some rituals with goat blood and raffia leaves to quench her magic. He had laced the bed which she was placed with the animal’s blood. This would weaken her until she arrived at the palace of Chiemele.

At first Adaora couldn’t see anything. It seemed that her head was in the clouds, because everything around her was surrounded by thick darkness. Her head throbbed like she had been hit with a rock. Her body felt weak.

A soft moan escaped her lips as she felt a light ached on her legs. Where was she? Was she dead? Even in her unconscious state, she could sense that something wasn’t right. It was the sharp voice and the strange dialect of one of the men that carried her that caused her to awaken fully.

“We must hurry before the sun comes out again. Luckily for us, the weather had been cloudy at the time of her arrest but the dibia old us that his charm would wear off when the sun is out.” A man with a gruff voice spoke.

The shorter warrior was curious.
“I have never heard of such a thing before. I never knew that charms require certain elements of nature to function properly.”
The first man snorted and called the second by name.

“Don’t be a fool Uzo. The moon virgin is possessed with powers of both the moon and the sun. She is full of energy and whenever these two elements show their faces in the sky, her powers would then be activated.”

Adaora’s ears tingled as she comprehended some words. They were talking about her in a different dialect, which she had heard before. A droplet of memory fell on her mind. She was taken to the time that her mother was still living.

They had gone to one of the big markets in Anyanwa to procure some special herbs which were specifically collected by old women. The market was usually divided into sections; one portion for the owners of the land and the other for stranger traders. While she and her mother had crossed to the side of the strangers to sell, she had come across some plump women who had black marks on their forehead.

Some of the marks were lines, while others were shapes like triangles and circles. They were all made with beauty charcoal. Out of their lips had come a very foreign kind of Igbo. Her mother had noticed her confusion.

“These women are from the sacred kingdom of Amabara. Rumor has it that everyone in that place is under a terrible curse.”

“Amabara,” Adaora’s eyes snapped open at once and she realized where the men were taking her to.

A small stream of sunshine rushed into her eyes. She adjusted quickly to her new environment. The first instinct that came upon her was that of struggle. She wanted to scream and writhe. She wanted to throw her hands into the air and call for help, instead, she pulled in the deepest breath she had ever taken.

The breath gave her more strength and courage. She was helpless at this point. These men had taken her at the stream for a purpose. She had to find a way to return to Ezeudo, for her destiny was there.

Though she was in severe pain, Adaora didn’t think much about herself. Her heart went out to her master’s children. Knowing how careless their mother was, Adaora felt pity for Adaugu and Ikenna. What would those poor children have for dinner? A feeling of sadness overwhelmed her, but it was quickly replaced with the feeling of uncertainty of what lay ahead.

From the look of things, these men weren’t just bandits. They were dressed in expensive animal fur and they had white markings on their body. She inhaled deeply and refused to consider the thought that dropped in her mind.
“She is awake!” Uzo had sensed a movement upon the bed.
The men all paused.

“What are we to do now?” The youngest warrior sounded a bit afraid.
“We must keep moving before the sun shows up!” The leader announced.
From the look of things, these men were scared of her and that had Adaora wondering. Was there something about her that they discovered? She panicked as she thought of cannibals. They had been stories of men that delighted in eating fair women.

This thought terrified her. It provoked the stubborn tears that had clung jealously to her lashes. Quietly, she sobbed as the men continued their journey towards the King’s palace.
She could taste her own blood in her mouth as it trickled from the place where her skull had been smashed. More tears gushed out from her eyes.

Why did she have to suffer this much? What offence had she committed against the gods? Adaora felt so much pain. At first she had thought that her life would follow a normal course after she had been placed in Chinedum’s household. But everything she had gotten used to, had been snatched away from her at that stream.

As she cried, she began to hum a sad song. It was a song that she always sang with her mother. Her swollen lips welcomed the melody of the folksong; the rhythm of the ancestral magic of Anyanwa.

While she sang, the dark clouds that had gathered as a result of the dibia’s ritual began to part. This was followed by a gentle breeze which rocked the tall walnut and oil bean trees that stood at the entrance of the land.

The guards became sensitive. Something horrible was coming.

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[Miss Ifeoluwa]

Goddess Of The Sun (Adaora Part 2) - Episode 2

“We must hurry!” The leader called out. They thought that the charm of the oracle was wearing off. But they failed to understand that the moon virgin’s powers couldn’t be stopped by anything. Even her tears were powerful enough to raise a dead child. Her voice was enticing, calling forth the elements of nature to fight on her side. Sadly, Adaora had no idea of the kind of power that she possessed. This was the reason the king of Amabara wanted her as wife.

She straightened on the bamboo bed when she noticed that the men were now running. Adaora’s heart skipped a beat. She ran her eyes over the new environment; she tried to make out the reason for their race but she couldn’t find any. Everything was in place. Everything was calm, except for the whistling of the angry wind. Just as the warriors took her past the dome of trees by the entrance of the kingdom, Adaora’s green eyes glowed with surprise.

“Ikele,” she whispered. She found a bush of special herbs which contained magical powers. The plants had light green stalks and purple flowers. Her mother had treated her patients with it.

Sadly, she couldn’t get hold of the plant. She was in bondage now and she didn’t know how long that her captivity would last. The Ikele herb was potent against evil charms. Anyone that could harness the magic of the plant would become resistant to deadly charms and diseases. A rueful smile played on her lips as she thought of her little friends. Evil spirits loved to attack little children…

“If only I could see them again,” she mumbled in a weak voice.

She slowly released the powerful breath that she had sucked in when she had heard the sound of a gong. It was accompanied with drumming and the tapping of feet upon the earth crust. The nauseating scent of fresh meat wafted into her nostrils and she felt like vomiting. She could also perceive the yeasty smell of newly tapped palm wine. There was a celebration here, but why?

The answers to her question came immediately her mind had asked.
“The moon virgin is here!” A voice that was loud enough to crack seven baskets of palm kernel thundered into the air. This announcement was followed by clapping and cheering of the few people that had gathered around the King’s palace.

The warriors acknowledged the powerful oracle with a bow of their heads.
“We have brought her back to Amabara as you instructed,” they bellowed all at once.
The man’s eyes darkened with pride. Again, he had proved his usefulness to the king. He expected a promotion, once the battle of the two kingdoms was won.

“Take her to the king at once! I shall join you all soon…”
Adaora had quickly lain back at the bed. She had pretended to be asleep, so she could hear more. Albeit she didn’t see the man’s face, she had a feeling that he wasn’t an honest person and she had pity on those that would put their trust in him.

Praises of the gods followed after the warriors as the moon virgin was being led towards the palace. Adaora forced her eyes closed as she now learned of the purpose of her kidnap. What did this king intend to do with her? How did she become this unlucky?

Eze Chiemelie had been patiently waiting in the largest hut in the palace for the arrival of his bride. Before now, the oracle had given a vivid description of what he was to expect. He had heard tales of her great beauty and he couldn’t wait to see her for himself. He paced the hut like a man who awaited a new born.

“Be at rest son for she is already here…” the queen mother’s lips curled with a fat smile. But the king wouldn’t stop pacing. He thought of the union with the moon virgin and how it would be a great spite to Ikemba. A sadistic laugh poured generously from his lips. Once he got married to Adaora and she was able to break the curse upon them with her powers, nothing could ever stand in his way anymore. Nothing at all! He would raid Ezeudo with his warriors. He would bring Ikemba’s crown to the dust and he would rule the two kingdoms with an iron fist.

“I know that you are afraid that something may have happened, but Igwekala cannot fail us. Can you not hear the cheers of the people? Can you not sense the joy that comes from the entrance of the palace?” The queen mother continued. She had always been by her son’s side in this fight and she would stand by him to the end.

Just then, one of the princesses of Amabara sauntered into the sacred hut. Uli was the eldest princess. She and her mother had never been on the same side. Right from time, she had been against the planned war with Ezeudo. Uli believed that the events of the past were best left there. She had often advised her brother the king, to find a way to please Ikemba who could find a way to life the curse. But her brother, the king, was a man of haughty spirit.

“I see that you two went through with your evil plans.” She announced her entrance with a heart wrenching sentence.
Chiemelie and his mother turned to face her.

“You should mind the way you talk to your brother. He is your king!” The queen mother cut in sharply.

Chiemelie said nothing, he wasn’t about to let his sister’s unruly behavior rub him of this joy. One of these days, he would betroth her to an old chief. Her absence would mean nothing to him.

“You both are treading a very dangerous path. I had a terrible dream of what is to come and I want to share it.” Uli sat upon a bronze stool gracefully. She ignored her mother’s angry eyes and continued.

“Why is everything about you negative? Why can’t you conceive a positive dream for your brother’s big day?” The woman gritted her teeth in annoyance. Sometimes she regretted having Uli as a daughter. She was different from the rest of her sister’s. She had never been in support of her brother’s policies since he assumed the office of the king.
Uli ignored her pained expression.

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[Miss Ifeoluwa]

Goddess Of The Sun (Adaora Part 2) - Episode 3

Chiemelie and his mother turned to face her.
“You should mind the way you talk to your brother. He is your king!” The queen mother cut in sharply.

Chiemelie said nothing, he wasn’t about to let his sister’s unruly behavior rub him of this joy. One of these days, he would betroth her to an old chief. Her absence would mean nothing to him.

“You both are treading a very dangerous path. I had a terrible dream of what is to come and I want to share it.” Uli sat upon a bronze stool gracefully. She ignored her mother’s angry eyes and continued.

“Why is everything about you negative? Why can’t you conceive a positive dream for your brother’s big day?” The woman gritted her teeth in annoyance. Sometimes she regretted having Uli as a daughter. She was different from the rest of her sister’s. She had never been in support of her brother’s policies since he assumed the office of the king.

Uli ignored her pained expression.
“The moon virgin doesn’t belong to us. She isn’t supposed to be here. She rightfully belongs to the king of Ezeudo, Ikemba Aguchi. It is only she that can bear him children. Her presence would only bring us more curses. Please, do not take this message lightly. You must release her.”

As expected, no one took her seriously.
“If you are done with your message of doom, you should leave!” Chiemele barked at her.
Uli rubbed her soft palms on her laps. She adjusted her waist beads and made to rise when she noticed the warriors coming towards the hut with the bamboo bed. She swallowed and rose gently to her feet. Like everyone else, they were all curious to see what the moon virgin looked like.

As the sun broke forth from the sky, Adaora noticed something strange in her. The throbbing of her head, the ache in her bones and all forms of bodily discomfort were gone. Quickly, she straightened on the bed and dared to look the sun in the eye. In that moment, thunder stuck and everyone in the palace fell to their face-everyone except the king and his mother.

Slowly, the guards lowered the bed until it touched the ground. As Adaora’s feet touched the sand of the Amabara’s earth, she felt stronger. She had a feeling that the gods had brought her to Amabara for a purpose.

The king’s eyes met with hers but she didn’t flinch this time. She felt bold like never before. She kept matching towards the large hut until she stood before him, face to face. It seemed the world had stopped at their feet. Adaora searched his eyes for the truth. When she finally sensed that her life wasn’t in any kind of danger, she lowered her gaze to his feet and bowed her head. She would find a way to escape soon. All she needed was to play along.

“You are more beautiful than what people say,” the king’s voice was husky with emotion.
Uli rose to her feet and smacked her hands together.

“It isn’t the beauty that matters. It is the fact that she would put us all into trouble. If her entrance comes with fiery thunder, what do you think her prolonged stay would cause?”

Princess Uli didn’t wait for her mother to answer. She clutched tightly to the brown cow tail that she usually carried, which signified her royalty and walked away from the hut; but not before Adaora stole a glance at her stern face and the dark birth-mark which ate a good portion of her back. Uli was a water child.

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[Miss Ifeoluwa]

Goddess Of The Sun (Adaora Part 2) - Episode 4

Though Oriaku was still hurt by the words of her husband, she made up her mind to forget all about him. Her duty was to the King and his mother. She needed to deliver Adaora into his hands for marriage.

A sad smile danced across her lips as she remembered the first night she had set eyes on Adaora. The slave girl had a good spirit and she would make a good wife for the king. Once she was done helping the King with a new wife, she would pack her things and leave Anosike for good. He was a terrible and inconsiderate man, the greatest mistake she had ever made in life. At least, she still had a hut in her father’s home and no one would chase her away.

“Are we there yet?” One of the guards asked gruffly.
“Very soon we shall get there,” Oriaku responded with zeal. As they neared Chinedum’s hut, she began to hum a song. It was a happy song, one that she hadn’t rendered in a long while. Just in time, Chinedum surfaced and it made everything perfect.

Adaora had been gone for too long and her master had become worried. He had tried to mask his anxiety by making small talk with Obiajulu’s aunt, but the woman had fallen asleep. He couldn’t blame her. She had come from a far place and her bones were sore from too much trekking. His slave was missing, so was his wife. What sane man wouldn’t be worried?

He had found a bowl of delicious yam pottage that Adaora had prepared for the children in the afternoon. He had fed them with it, now that they had fallen asleep with their aunt; Chinedum had decided to look for the two women.

The sight of Oriaku’s blossoming face in the company of Ikemba’s guards didn’t sit well with him. It was rare before the King’s men visited anyone. He hoped everything was fine.
“Oriaku, wife of the great farmer!” He got rid of the anxiety and welcomed a happy laugh.

Oriaku bowed her head, “May the gods bless you as you have truly recognized my position in Anosike’s life.” Her only wish was that Chinedum discovered the kind of wife that he married. As usual, she was roaming the village with Anosike committing outrageous acts instead of tending to her domestic calling.

Chinedum was a wise man. He read deep meaning into her words as she intended.
“I do not understand your words Oriaku; does anyone contend your position? Does Anosike plot for a new wife?”
The state of Oriaku’s marriage to Anosike was an open secret. The people of Ezeudo knew the farmer to be a hotheaded wife beater and this rubbed him of respect in some quarters.
Chinedum knew that Anosike was embittered because he had no sons and daughters. But he had managed to convince his friend to stick to Oriaku for she was a good woman. Chinedum had encouraged him to sacrifice to the gods and keep hope alive. If he must marry a second wife, it should be on Oriaku’s terms.

Oriaku shrugged, “I come entirely for another matter. I am afraid that there may not be enough time for proper explanation. Where is Adaora?” She waited patiently for an answer.
Chinedum was even more curious than before. Was she in some kind of trouble? Had she broken any law? Why did the Oriaku and Ikemba’s guards want to see Adaora?

“Why do you seek for her?” He searched Oriaku’s eyes.
Oriaku sighed and stole a glance at the frowning guards. It was obvious they were getting impatient but it would be wrong of her to demand Adaora’s presence without first informing Chinedum of the reason she was needed at the palace.

“The oracle has spoken a message about her. She comes from the land of Anyanwa…”
“That’s not possible. The land exists only in stories. The inhabitants are said to be cursed and full of dark magic which can only be fuelled by blood. Are you sure of what you are saying?” Chinedum stepped away from her. He found it difficult to believe her allegations against Adaora.

“At first, I reasoned like you. But a closer look to the rareness of her beauty would tell you that she isn’t just any beautiful woman. She combines the powers of the sun and moon deities. All the elemental spirits will be subject to her, once her union with the king comes to reality. It is only she that would bear the king children. Do you not want this for him?”

Chinedum was still lost. So many things had happened behind his back.
“May the gods forbid that I deny my own brother a chance at happiness. There is only one problem.” The master was about to tell Oriaku that Adaora had not yet returned to the stream, when a wailing Okeke rushed towards them with fresh cocoyam leaves. The leaves were meant to hide something and they all wondered what the wailing man had inside the leaves.

Oriaku adjusted her wrapper and hoped that Okeke’s drunkenness wouldn’t delay them further. What was this drama all about? She clenched her fists as if to punch the intoxication out of his brain. But as he drew nearer, they all realized that she wasn’t reeking of fermented palm wine or tobacco. He wasn’t drunk. He had come to deliver important information.

Like Oriaku, he had also found interest in Adaora, after discovering that she would soon become the king’s wife. He had hoped to get his slave back so he could demand for a large bride price. Okeke had gone to check on his palm trees when he had spotted Adaora following a lonely bush path to the stream.

He had decided to approach her and convince her to return to him, only to find six hefty warriors who had surrounded her. Okeke had quickly hidden himself in the bush for fear of being killed. The warriors had attacked Adaora and taken her away with them. Once he was certain they were gone, he had jumped out of the bush and gathered the remnants of her water pot.

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Goddess Of The Sun (Adaora Part 2) - Episode 5

Like Oriaku, he had also found interest in Adaora, after discovering that she would soon become the king’s wife. He had hoped to get his slave back so he could demand for a large bride price. Okeke had gone to check on his palm trees when he had spotted Adaora following a lonely bush path to the stream. He had decided to approach her and convince her to return to him, only to find six hefty warriors who had surrounded her.

Okeke had quickly hidden himself in the bush for fear of being killed. The warriors had attacked Adaora and taken her away with them. Once he was certain they were gone, he had jumped out of the bush and gathered the remnants of her water pot.

“Why are you wailing in the afternoon? What has happened?” Chinedum had never seen Okeke in this state.

Okeke’s knees weakened and he fell to the ground. Gently, he parted the cocoyam leaves and revealed the glazing pieces that had once made an expensive water pot.
Chinedum’s heart raced as he spotted blood stains on the remnants. It was obvious that Adaora was in trouble.

“Where is the moon virgin?” One of the king’s warriors fired.
“Some men appeared by the streamside and took her away.” Okeke sobbed.
“No, no, that cannot happen. The King’s hopes have been raised. I cannot disappoint him now.” Oriaku shook her head and stepped away from the men.

Chinedum gritted his teeth. He was lost. Why would foreign warriors take Adaora away?
“Could you recognize anything about them? Something we could use to identify them?” Chinedum asked.
Okeke wiped his eyes, there was one thing he had observed.

“They girded their loins with red pieces of cloths and they hung seven beads upon their necks. All my life, I have never seen such hefty and fierce looking warriors.”
Just then, Ikemba’s chief warriors called on his subordinates. They needed to check the stream, perhaps the kidnappers hadn’t gone too far.

“Don’t bother; it will be too late for that!” Chinedum called them back.
“Why?” The leader scowled.
“The warriors must be from Amabara. They wear red loin cloths and hang seven beads of vengeance upon their necks when they are up to some mischief. We must hurry to the palace and report to the king.”

Obiajulu had just finished her plans with Anosike. They would find an expert kidnapper who could get rid of Adaora at midnight. Satisfied with the plans, she had retired for her husband’s home only to meet Chinedum in the company of two people she hated; Oriaku and Okeke. They had worry plastered on their faces. Something was wrong. The first thought that crossed her heart was her children.

“What is wrong?” She clutched the basket she had carried to Anosike’s house tightly to her armpit. Oriaku eyed her bitterly and resisted the urge to hiss. Okeke looked away. Both were not deceived by her demeanor, she could only paint a good picture of herself to her naïve husband. It was not good for a man to love a woman like Obiajulu too much, for such women always trampled on genuine love.

“Adaora is in trouble; her life could be in danger. Hurry home and take care of the children, your aunt had come to visit.”

Obiajulu’s heart danced. First, she was pleased to hear the news of Adaora’s disappearance. It meant that the gods were working in her favor and she was destined to marry whoever would become king. Her heart missed a beat because she was scared of what Chinedum would think about her. She had once lied to him about travelling to see her aunt, Ifeyinwa. She didn’t want Chinedum to lose the trust he had for her.

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Goddess Of The Sun (Adaora Part 2) - Episode 6



Obiajulu’s heart rejoiced as she stared after the group that headed towards the palace. She needed to inform Anosike about the latest development, there was no more need for them to get involved. Adaora had met her waterloo. It pleased Obiajulu to know that everything that had stood against her ambition to become the next queen was out.

“Although the slave is gone, the throne is still for the taking…” She caressed her chin as she pondered on this. She knew her husband quite well. She had shared a good portion of her life with this man, Chinedum. Her husband was a true man.

He was a man that could be taken by his word. Chinedum detested the idea of becoming king while Ikemba as alive. There was only one way for Obiajulu to become queen. She sighed as she thought about Anosike, her preferred man. Chinedum was good to her and the children, but she didn’t love him enough. What she felt for Anosike was strong and of the heart.

One person had to die from the plan that stirred within her. It wouldn’t be Chinedum yet. If only there was a way to get closer to the king.

She snapped her fingers after carefully planning her next act. She wouldn’t let Anosike into her plans just yet. But she would try to plant the desire to be king in him. He had prospect. He was a true ruler that would be feared by all in the land. Obiajulu decided to check on her children before joining the others at the palace. Showing up there could cause Ikemba to notice her more than a sister-in-law. She was a woman of great charm, all she needed was a little touch to her shiny black skin.

A wicked gleam filled her eyes as she turned around and marched towards her compound. Unknown to her, Ifeyinwa hadn’t been sleeping like Chinedum assumed. The older woman had been awakened by the noise from Oriaku’s wailing, after Okeke announced what he had seen at the streamside.

Though she couldn’t hear much, Obiajulu’s aunt could tell that someone was in trouble. She was about leaving the hut she shared with the children, when she noticed Obiajulu from the window. She observed that her niece had been murmuring to herself for quite a long time. Ifeyinwa didn’t like it at all. From the moment of her arrival, she had sensed a friction on Obiajulu’s relationship with Chinedum.

She vowed to fix things before she left.
With one deep breath, the fat woman rose to her feet and strolled outside. Obiajulu’s heart skipped as she came face to face with her aunt.
“Aunt?” She bit her lip recalling how she had lied to Chinedum.

Ifeyinwa on the other hand, couldn’t help but notice the guilt on the sinner’s face.
“Your mother, my sister, never thought you to lie. What is taking place in your home?”
Obiajulu’s eyes fell to the ground. She was afraid of staring Ifeyinwa in the face. She had never been comfortable around the older woman. When she was a child, she had heard stories of Ifeyinwa’s abilities to read people’s minds.

It was this gift that had fetched her much envy from the priesthood at the time. It was rumored that the priests and priestesses of the land had connived to kill her husband and make her barren. Ifeyinwa had been cursed from that day.

Some parts of the story were true, but Ifeyinwa couldn’t read minds. She had the gift of foretelling the future, but it only happened on certain full moon nights or when the sun was at its brightest. The part of her being accursed was true. Ifeyinwa knew this. A spell in her disfavor and dishonor had been carried out in the presence of the earth demons whose major aim was taking blood.

Those that had sealed her womb were dead. From the dreams she had and the signs she witnessed in her body, she only had seven moons left before she joined the order of the women who no longer saw their blood.
“I do not understand you…” Obiajulu sighed. The woman hadn’t stayed a long time but she was already getting weary of her company.
Ifeyinwa ignored her.

“I don’t know what problem that you have with your husband. But you cannot leave your children at home like this. Your slave left for the stream and hasn’t returned yet. Who watches over Adaugo and Ikenna when you are away?”
Obiajulu was irritated by this question. Many women out of envy considered her a bad mother. How could her own aunt criticize her?

“What is it you want in Ezeudo? What brought you here?” Obiajulu snapped at her, unable to control the rising anger in her veins.
Ifeyinwa laughed. She always knew that Obiajulu’s beauty was a cover for her extremely selfish nature. But she didn’t care.

“I don’t usually speak about my purpose or the reasons behind my action. If you must know, the gods have revealed a secret to me. I do not fully understand it yet. But I am destined to be delivered of the curse placed upon me many years back in Ezeudo. Secondly, I was shown a vision where royalty arose from this compound. I do not pay you a visit for the fun of it, or because I missed you. I have come to fulfill a purpose.”

Obiajulu didn’t care about the first part. Her aunt was old and haggard and could never be free from barrenness. About that part, Ifeyinwa had probably been hallucinating. It was the second revelation that touched her. Obiajulu’s heart fluttered as she listened. If royalty was in her husband’s compound, it meant that Chinedum was favored by the gods. He would be king!
“You must tell my husband about your vision!” Obiajulu tried to hide the excitement in her voice but the glow in her eyes betrayed her.

Ifeyinwa lowered her eyes to the ground and smiled.
“I cannot do that because I wasn’t asked to. I only came here to seek answers.”
Obiajulu laughed, “You can stay as long as you want. But you must tell me how Chinedum would ascend the throne. It is now revealed that I will be the next Queen of Ezeudo. My feet shall never touch the ground. My eyes shall never see commoners. My lips would drink from royal fountain.”

Ifeyinwa rolled her eyes as she listened to Obiajulu’s vain confessions.
“Where is your slave by the way?”
The mention of Adaora killed the excitement in her. The name of that slave increased the bile in her belly. Adaora was a threat to her, so was Oriaku. Now that the gods were on her side, she needed to find a way to eliminate them.
A bright idea popped into her mind.

Instead of asking Anosike to forget about the plan, I can manipulate him to get rid of his ugly wife so we can have our privacy! She thought.

“She was kidnapped by the streamside. My husband is looking into it.” Obiajulu dropped the swift answer before rushing into the adjoining hut.

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