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My Village.
Chapter Two
Part One.
The night was cold and the only thing that could be heard were eerie sounds like that of witches and wizards. Laughters and arguments between people who did not exist. The whole village was quiet as only these sounds were heard.
The moon shone into Jumoke's room. The light kept her awake. It was a very good companion, comforting and encouraging words her to let go of all her sorrows. Yes, it was the day of the sacrifice.
The moon shone brightly and served as an encouragement to Jumoke that there would be light on her journey to the forest. As she was still meditating, the chief priest appeared in her room.
" Princess Olajumoke, it is time to wash off the salt you poured in the eyes of the gods"
Jumoke sat down,looking at him, all at sea about the situation.
"Stand up and take my hand" the chief priest ordered.
Jumoke went close to him and immediately she held his hand, both of them disappeared. African superstition.
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At the village stream, a very happy choir rehearsal of joyous choristers were heard. The crickets,frogs and toads and even goats together with some birds were singing happily and the waters danced joyously to the tune of the music.
The toads did not fail to take up the bass notes to sweeten the event. The moon did not fail to supply light to the occasion. Soon after the first note had finished, Jumoke and the...
Part One.
The night was cold and the only thing that could be heard were eerie sounds like that of witches and wizards. Laughters and arguments between people who did not exist. The whole village was quiet as only these sounds were heard.
The moon shone into Jumoke's room. The light kept her awake. It was a very good companion, comforting and encouraging words her to let go of all her sorrows. Yes, it was the day of the sacrifice.
The moon shone brightly and served as an encouragement to Jumoke that there would be light on her journey to the forest. As she was still meditating, the chief priest appeared in her room.
" Princess Olajumoke, it is time to wash off the salt you poured in the eyes of the gods"
Jumoke sat down,looking at him, all at sea about the situation.
"Stand up and take my hand" the chief priest ordered.
Jumoke went close to him and immediately she held his hand, both of them disappeared. African superstition.
****
At the village stream, a very happy choir rehearsal of joyous choristers were heard. The crickets,frogs and toads and even goats together with some birds were singing happily and the waters danced joyously to the tune of the music.
The toads did not fail to take up the bass notes to sweeten the event. The moon did not fail to supply light to the occasion. Soon after the first note had finished, Jumoke and the...
