Alaran was not home, he went on a journey, so she had no way of demanding an explanation from him. She needed to talk to someone about what she had just uncovered but it was too late to go back to see her mother. Shock and rage coursed through her. Several questions begged for answers. […]
The senior wives were having a conversation and it seemed like one of them just mentioned her name. Was she the subject of their conversation or her name just happened to drop into their gist? Perhaps it was not her, probably a name sake. She tiptoed to the window so she could see them and […]
She promised herself that her mother would be kept out of her matrimonial matters as much as possible but she was almost at her wits end and she needed her mother’s counsel.
“Look who we have here,” she smiled warily. “It is quite an age.”
Alaran celebrated her virginity elaborately. Palm wine flowed freely. Food was in abundance. Her father and mother beamed from ear to ear.
Her apprehension increased as her wedding day approached. She was being married off to a wealthy merchant to pay off her father’s debt.