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“Aduloge, why do you tarry in announcing this year’s tribute? Granted, she is your daughter, but that doesn’t make her any different from the others.”

“Nwalibe, I have heard you. I will let the village know at the right time.”

“Remember, the leaves that hung above us are the very ones trodden underfoot when they die.”

“What is that supposed to mean?”

“No one is above the laws of nature. Not even the High Priest of Eguologo.”

“I have heard enough. Leave!”

Nwalibe left Aduloge’s hut very embittered.

Aduloge sat quietly, gnashing his teeth as he planned his next move.

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“Mother Enoku, please grant as safe passage. And if either of us or our relative has sinned, don’t hold it against us…”

The boatman jiggled the fare of two cowries before setting out. Akuela asked Okumale why they were on this journey. Before he could answer, the river became tempestuous. Fickle Enoku was at it again.

They saw the log too late. It smashed into the boat, capsizing it immediately and hitting Akuela on the head. She resurfaced, gulping for air and beating the water frantically. When she submerged again, there was a flickering of bright light followed by darkness.

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The windblown trees whistled as Akuela trudged the path through Anilisi, the sparse forest abandoned by Eguologo when the people of Animo refused to worhip him any longer. The incessant whistling was a heart-wrenching reminder of Akuela’s undying love for Odumalu, whose whistling was the signal for their occasional nightly rendezvous behind her father’s compound.

Akuela’s young eyes had only seen Abrokwa twice since birth so Okumale, her eldest brother, accompanied her. In her right hand, she carried a fowl to be sacrificed for safe passage across Enoku, the capricious river goddess, who separated the east villages from the west.

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“Aduloge, I salute you,” Nwalibe greeted as he entered the High Priest’s hut.

“Eeeh,” Aduloge replied nervously, knowing very well the purpose of this visit.

“Is your family well?”

“They are,” Aduloge replied curtly.

“And our daughter?”

“The side of a drum is not beaten when it has a surface. Get straight to the point Nwalibe.”

“It is the cock that crows at dawn, but the hen also knows it’s morning.”

“How can you possibly know the pain I’m in? I am in the fire, and I know how it burns.”

“Even in the desert, there is an oasis.”

“Seriously?”

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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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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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