8.At another edge of the Eli’ikenueze, Ité stood over his wife’s grave in her father’s compound. She didn’t have a child so she had to be buried in her father’s compound as was his tradition. Her family didn’t object because she didn’t officially leave the compound with her husband’s people and they wanted their daughter buried in peace. He reminisced on their difficult path to marriage and sighed ruefully. She had once told him it wasn’t meant to be. To him, it was, and he fought to be the man her parents approved of since he was from a distant land. Continue reading Rhythm of the Wild Drum
7.Omezie looked down at her dress in surprise. She smiled in triumph just as a sharp pain pierced through her side and she saw a vision of her aunt falling and the maids clutching at their chests. She gasped and looked around surreptitiously for a way out.
Okpararebisi was grinning, but his grin looked frozen. His eyes were starry as he carried the fire towards her. Continue reading Rhythm of the Wild Drum