The beauty of being a woman comes in various shades. It is the pride of being ‘unbewitchable’ unlike the male gender. For a woman can never be conquered by juju or black magic, only a man can. Only a man can be bewitched to lose his senses and become ‘snatchable’ by another women who disconnects him from his wife. This in turn births another strength of a woman, a woman can break such ‘bewitching’ locks through prayer! Glory! Yes! Only a woman can pray her spouse out of infidelity for men are a breed immune to the gift of prayer. So when a woman is unfaithful, society knows, society can tell, a man is not expected to pray his wife back to her marriage for two reasons. One, she cannot be bewitched by another man for she is immune to juju and two, men cannot pray. The absence of the ‘bewitchableness’ of a woman is sometimes called into question particularly at burials of husbands. Yes, we try to make exceptions for women. Only widows can kill their husbands to inherit their pr...
Daydreaming. My only hobby. What else could a girl do, living in an area that was constantly being lit up in flames with blood splatters from dead victims serving as manure to farmlands that would never be cultivated by its owners. There was nothing fun. Having friends were a waste of social skills. A friend could die in the next raid or get lost while fleeing the village. The sound of anything permanent was dreaded here, except marriage and mine was in two days. When you are poor, you don't really plan an extravagant ceremony. Both families had concluded that it was going to be an in-house affair and the bride price was moderate. For my parents, the marriage was a means to get their daughter out of the village to the city where my groom lived, out of danger. So, on the morning of my wedding, when the groom's family arrived. Everyone was excited. We peeped out the window and saw their cars, although this time they were more than usual. Usually, they would come in buses, thre...