Christabel Morrison

THE DANCERS SWORD EPISODE 2

Adaugo could hardly contain herself as she watched the young men return with a pained look on their faces, and her daughter nowhere in sight. She got up from the stool where she now sat in front of the hut and began to pace around the hut as afternoon sun began to give way to the soft caressing evening breeze.
“Mazi, calm down. Mazi has not returned, so we can’t conclude yet.”
“Ezinne, don’t tell me to calm down, there is nothing to be calm about. If Mazi had her, he would have been here by now,” she replied still pacing.
“Adaugo, please put yourself together,” the other women said.
“Mazi!” Adaugo screamed, ignoring the futile counsel as she ran towards her husband who was approaching with Mazi Ignatius by his side.
“Mazi, where is our daughter?” she asked, throwing herself to the ground and weeping hysterically.
“Oh my ancestors, my daughter is gone. Hei! Where did I go wrong? Who did I offend? Why will the gods take my only child? What have I done to deserve this? Olamma! Olamma please come back home.” She continued to wail until Ezinne was able to get a hold of her with the help of other women that were present; she took her into the hut.
The villagers began to gather as the news circulated. The villagers wept, some maidens threw themselves on the floor and wept profusely. Ola was loved by everyone in the village except for a few who envied her. She had been crowned the best dancer of the year, but the title never got to her; she remained as humble as she had always been, and maintained a good relationship with the old ones, the youths and the maidens. She was her parents’ joy; her father never wished for another child. Ola was all he wanted in a child; it didn’t matter that she was a female child. She was her mother’s best friend, and they talked about anything and everything. She was her mother’s angel, and she couldn’t contain this horrid reality.

She didn't change

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