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“Akuela, do you love me?” Aduloge asked searchingly.

“You know I love you, Papa.”

“Then you must do exactly as I say. Go and stay in Abrokwa, your mother’s village, until I send for you.”

“But father, our in-laws have begun the year-long marriage rites. How can you ask me to leave?”

“Listen to me. A man who cannot tell when it’s sunset will stumble in the dark because he carries no lamp.”

“Papa, I don’t understand.”

“Only a slave is shackled with chains. We are free people who determine their own destiny. Leave tomorrow morning… if you love me.”

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The fufu and palmnut soup had tasted like ashes in his mouth. The moon shone exceptionally brightly, a time when children sat in the compound to tell Anansesem. Through the window, he could hear Akuela’s distinctly melodious voice singing an mmoguo in the middle of her story.

Aduloge tossed and turned as he listened to the song. It was about lion, who had caught hyena stealing from his barn and was deciding whether to spare his life.

Can Eguologo’s mind be changed? Of course not! Aduloge now knew how the other parents felt when their daughters were chosen for sacrifice.

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Akuela hummed the bridal song merrily as she wove her third basket that week beneath the odadee tree. Odumalu and his male relatives had already completed the knocking ceremony, paving the way for the rites and rituals that led to the marriage ceremony itself. Not that this came as a surprise. Akuela and Odumalu had been betrothed since infancy. Now that Akuela had bled, it was time for her in-laws to claim their prize.

As the only daughter of the High Priest, Akuela had been groomed to be the quintessential lady. The time had now come to show her off.

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The seven elders walked solemnly into the shrine, each bowing his head in reverence to Eguologo. No one dared spoke a word; each hoping the lot would not fall on them. They sat on their goatskin mats in a semi-circle, facing the god.

Finally, the oracle spoke.

“Elders, I salute you,” Aduloge greeted, also looking solemn and melancholic. “It is customary for a virgin to be sacrificed annually to pacify our land. This year, the lot has fallen on one of us.”

The others’ hearts throbbed agonisingly, beads of sweat trickling down their faces.

“Akuela, my daughter, has been chosen.”

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Ababio dreaded the trip from Kumasi to Accra. He had tried his best to circumvent his boss so he wouldn’t attend the conference, but nosey Nana Yaa had thwarted his plans.

As they passed through Nsawam, he clenched his fists and started gnashing his teeth. They were nearly there; that spot near the town square where he smashed his car and got his fiancée killed. If only he didn’t have a photographic memory.

He could still see her mangled body being pulled out of the wreck.

Tearfully, he asked the driver to stop there so he could pay his respects.

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Anna left the gym deflated. She’d imagined the conversation going differently on her way over.

“Don’t train women!” Butch yelled abrasively.

“Then let me be your first,” Anna pleaded.

“Why’d ya wanna get inta this gruelling sport anyway?” Butch snapped. “Ya know whatcha gotta put ya body through ta attain prime fitness?”

“They say you’re the best.”

“Get out!”

As Anna walked down the street, she felt a renewed sense of determination. She had survived her bellicose ex-husband’s beatings. This had made her tougher and formidable. Tomorrow morning, she’ll come over again and talk some sense into that old grouch.

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KARMA

He was shivering, not because of the cold (his car was warm because of electric heating), but because he was all nerves. He threw back his head, placed a Valium tablet on his tongue and washed it down with a mouthful of gin.

After ten minutes, the gun stopped rattling in his hand. He got out of the car, took a deep breath and walked over to the front door. It was ajar. He walked into the living room and found the naked bodies of his wife and her lover lying on the sofa, a bullet hole in each head.

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Tom hurled chunks over the starboard side.

“We haven’t even left the dock yet and you’re seasick?” Peter asked mockingly.

“This is just a dressed rehearsal, Buddy.” Tom replied irritated. “And by the way, it’s not seasickness. It’s water aversion.”

“So when’s the play?”

“What play?”

“The one you’re rehearsing for.”

“I don’t appreciate your facetiousness.”

“C’mon, it’s not as serious as it looks.”

“Try losing all your lunch to fish in ten minutes.”

“So what did you have for lunch?”

“Seafood.”

“You like seafood, but get seasick? Man, you have issues.”

“Yeah. And I’m feeding fish to fish too.”

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The village was in an uproar. Who could have committed such an abomination? How would Eguologo be placated? Aduloge, the High Priest, had been summoned by the council of elders for divination.

Jaws dropped at the revered one’s intoxicated dance as he zigzagged his way to the gathering.

“Aduloge, what is the meaning of this?” Nwalibe the wise bellowed.

“I cut down the sacred tree!” Aduloge slurred brazenly.

The crowd ceased murmuring, exchanging glances in utter bewilderment.

“I renounce my title as High Priest of Eguologo. The forest spirit can eat dirt for all I care. More palm wine please?”

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It is true that our past has a bearing on the present and the future, but it doesn’t dictate it. We can all learn from our mistakes and take responsibility for our actions, then work at making our future better than before.

My friends and I used to hide in this building to drink and do drugs. It was a big world, but we thought we were bigger. We copulated like bunnies and did all manner of things with our bodies.

Now I know better. The shadows of the past disappear, when the light of responsible living shines on them.

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