CHAPTER 38

The squashing of water blends with the noise of the birds which disturbed the gloomy morning. Prince Chika imbued the rag in the liquid and squeezed again. He wiped his muscular breast and armpit before dumping the cloth on the stool beside him.

It was four days since the death of his parent and Olamma. The villagers still mourn the King, following Maazi Ikenna’s decree. Nobody is to work until the King was buried. The people now stays indoor as if afraid to walk in their own shadows.

They think their houses were safe, they think the thatched roof was the wings of the partridge, which covers her children from the sneers of a wild beast.

Foolish people