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My Village.
Chapter Six.
The king was flabbergasted. Marry a new wife? Why should he marry a new wife and for what? He never knew the purpose at all. He was contented with his wife and child even if she was a female child. But she was stubborn and would not listen to instructions. He was sure that that was why the gods wanted him to marry a second wife. Or was it oluawo that was making it all up?
He was very controlling. The gods would not have chosen a wife for his daughter if he wanted him to marry a second wife. Things were getting complicated as the days went by.
The night approached. It was dark and quiet. That was the eve of her mother's burial. She cried and cried. Why now? Why her mother? Things were getting complicated. She had overheard the conversation her husband had with the chief priest. Marry a second wife? Her life was crashing down on her. She was sure that the gods were angry with her because she could not control her daughter. But she had appeased them. Had she not carried the dreaded sacrifice to the forest in the middle of the night? Then why were the gods angry? Has she done another abominable thing.
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Jumoke was in the house of Joba. She spent the night there. In his house she laid on the bed, looking worried and confused. Joba had deflowered her. What was she going to do? She was still in pain, still bleeding. Where would she go? What would she do? She was dead.
Joba brought little water in a clay pot and a neat wrapper for Jumoke. Asking her to take her bath and leave the house.
" Joba, what do you want me to do? Where do you want me to go? I am still in pain.
A thin smile played across his lips mischievously. He had gotten what he wanted.
" Jumoke, I don't know what you want to do or where you want to go, but you have to get up and leave my house now.
" Joba to where? To where?
" I don't know. All I know is that you must leave. You cannot stay here and besides, I am leaving Yorubaland today back to Kaduna to continue my business and my life. Please leave"
And Joba went out of the house and began to pack fire wood.
Jumoke stood up in pain and walked towards the water and poured it on her body. She tied the wrapper and began to go on her journey. By the time she had gone outside, Joba had already gone.
Her journey was hell. She was barefoot so many things pierced her on her legs. At a point, blood started dripping on the floor. She was thirsty and famished but was able to go to the palace.
She pushed the palace gate open and fell down on the floor. It was late in the night so nobody heard her. Her mother perceived that something was wrong and she decided to go to her room,but did not see her there. She was shocked to see her on the floor outside.
"Jumoke, what happened to you? Why are you bleeding? And where are you coming from?
She could not answer any of the questions.
The king came to the scene and in an attempt to take her away, the chief priest appeared at the scene.
" Don't be a fugitive of justice. Your daughter must reap what she sowed, come to the village square tomorrow morning and he disappeared with her.
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The next morning, a lot of people were present at the village square. Jumoke was in sackcloth and her hair was scraped with ashes all over her hair. The chief priest came up and announced her crime.
"Great people of Ife, your daughter has spat in the face of the gods. I have not come here to waste time but to tell you what happened.
" Your daughter slept with Joba the outcast yesterday night and he has absconded.....
Ahhhhhhh, the people chorused.
This is the judgement of the gods. She would be put to death today and her father is hereby removed from his kingship position and her mother banished from the village for not training her daughter. The decree of the gods is final.
That was how Jumoke died and her father was banished from the kingdom.
Thank you so much for reading this book. We have come to an end of this book. God bless you.
The king was flabbergasted. Marry a new wife? Why should he marry a new wife and for what? He never knew the purpose at all. He was contented with his wife and child even if she was a female child. But she was stubborn and would not listen to instructions. He was sure that that was why the gods wanted him to marry a second wife. Or was it oluawo that was making it all up?
He was very controlling. The gods would not have chosen a wife for his daughter if he wanted him to marry a second wife. Things were getting complicated as the days went by.
The night approached. It was dark and quiet. That was the eve of her mother's burial. She cried and cried. Why now? Why her mother? Things were getting complicated. She had overheard the conversation her husband had with the chief priest. Marry a second wife? Her life was crashing down on her. She was sure that the gods were angry with her because she could not control her daughter. But she had appeased them. Had she not carried the dreaded sacrifice to the forest in the middle of the night? Then why were the gods angry? Has she done another abominable thing.
🎉🎉🎉
Jumoke was in the house of Joba. She spent the night there. In his house she laid on the bed, looking worried and confused. Joba had deflowered her. What was she going to do? She was still in pain, still bleeding. Where would she go? What would she do? She was dead.
Joba brought little water in a clay pot and a neat wrapper for Jumoke. Asking her to take her bath and leave the house.
" Joba, what do you want me to do? Where do you want me to go? I am still in pain.
A thin smile played across his lips mischievously. He had gotten what he wanted.
" Jumoke, I don't know what you want to do or where you want to go, but you have to get up and leave my house now.
" Joba to where? To where?
" I don't know. All I know is that you must leave. You cannot stay here and besides, I am leaving Yorubaland today back to Kaduna to continue my business and my life. Please leave"
And Joba went out of the house and began to pack fire wood.
Jumoke stood up in pain and walked towards the water and poured it on her body. She tied the wrapper and began to go on her journey. By the time she had gone outside, Joba had already gone.
Her journey was hell. She was barefoot so many things pierced her on her legs. At a point, blood started dripping on the floor. She was thirsty and famished but was able to go to the palace.
She pushed the palace gate open and fell down on the floor. It was late in the night so nobody heard her. Her mother perceived that something was wrong and she decided to go to her room,but did not see her there. She was shocked to see her on the floor outside.
"Jumoke, what happened to you? Why are you bleeding? And where are you coming from?
She could not answer any of the questions.
The king came to the scene and in an attempt to take her away, the chief priest appeared at the scene.
" Don't be a fugitive of justice. Your daughter must reap what she sowed, come to the village square tomorrow morning and he disappeared with her.
🌟🌟🌟🌟
The next morning, a lot of people were present at the village square. Jumoke was in sackcloth and her hair was scraped with ashes all over her hair. The chief priest came up and announced her crime.
"Great people of Ife, your daughter has spat in the face of the gods. I have not come here to waste time but to tell you what happened.
" Your daughter slept with Joba the outcast yesterday night and he has absconded.....
Ahhhhhhh, the people chorused.
This is the judgement of the gods. She would be put to death today and her father is hereby removed from his kingship position and her mother banished from the village for not training her daughter. The decree of the gods is final.
That was how Jumoke died and her father was banished from the kingdom.
Thank you so much for reading this book. We have come to an end of this book. God bless you.
