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.

[100 words]

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