ADAM. I refused to speak to my father after they took Binta away. I was denied access to see her, and that enraged me. I didn't sleep at all. My soul was troubled. I was afraid she might die. I felt like a child all over again, and I hated myself. I felt useless. I felt unworthy. The image of the guard tearing her blouse played on and on in my head. The chief Boka even wanted her stripped naked. How could my father do what he did to Binta? And he claimed he loved her like his own daughter. I hated him and began to think of ways I would hurt all of them. There was a knock on my door, but I refused to answer. Whoever it was, I did not want to see. After a while, the person went away. A while later, someone was turning the nob on my door, trying to get in. "Get lost!" I shouted in anger. "Open the door." It was my father's voice. I reluctantly got up to open the door. I knew the guards would break in if I didn't let him in. "Why did you refuse to come when I sent for you?" he asked
ADAM. The herbalist had asked me to leave Binta's room. He needed to perform some rituals. My father sent for me, and I headed to the throne room. The new moon would be upon us the next day. News had been carried to all the villages to assemble their maidens in the community centre of each village. Each priest of each village would perform the selection ritual. The girls that were picked outside Buchum would be brought to Buchum to be cared for and fed till the full moon when they would be sacrificed. Mai'Aljanu would be the one to handle the selection process of Buchum. When I got to the throne room, the place was silent. Most of the chiefs were afraid to look me in the eye. They knew what they had done, and they knew that I would never forget. "Adam, my son, so kind of you to join us." My father greeted me, "I know Binta is getting the best treatment available; she will be well." He said. I knew he said what he said to calm the atmosphere, but it didn't work; I was still angry.
ADAM We left Binta's room and returned to the throne room. We were having a long night. When we arrived at the throne room, I found Malam Bamali pacing back and forth. He was clearly impatient about something. "If I may speak, your majesty," the swine began. I hated the man, and the fact the Mai'Aljannu had confirmed his hatred for Binta made it worse. "Speak." My father told him. He cleared his throat and began. It was apparent he was trying to summon the courage to speak. It meant we wouldn't like whatever he planned to say. "We all agree that we deserved to hear what Mai'Aljanu said about Miss Binta. What happened in there was unusual, and it calls for concern. I have never seen the selection stone turn red before. It might be a sign of trouble for Rayuwa. We need to know what deity has chosen to defy Aljanan Daji; we do not want to incur her wrath." My father took a deep breath and then spoke. "I do not appreciate you instigating the council," he began. "Binta is a part of
ADAM The villagers returned to their homes. The chiefs were asked to return to their homes and revert to the palace for a meeting by 10 am. My father pleaded with Mai'Aljannu to wait until then before leaving. He agreed. When we returned to the throne room, I noticed how uneasy Malam Bamali was. "Please, your majesty," he began, "she is my only daughter. We can do a swap. There should be a rule that exempts nobles from being selected." He pleaded, and some of the chiefs nodded. "After all, it was because people were reluctant to bring someone forward for the sacrifice that the rule of using the selection gem to decide was employed. When Rayuwa started, they normally selected people and sacrificed them. The deity did not have to choose, and they were still satiated. Please let me do a swap." "And what will we tell the people?" the chief hunter asked. "We will tell them the deity has reconsidered," he said. It was apparent the man was mad. "You mean we should lie?" the chief warr
ADAM I couldn't sleep through the night. Binta's fever was high, and she kept mumbling nonsense. It had been three days since the injury she incurred from the whipping. I wondered what the herbalist had been doing, and he forbade me from turning her over to check the wound myself. He claimed it would impede the healing process. I began to feel really stupid. There was a loud knock on the door. I had been unable to sleep all night because of Binta's situation. I hoped I wasn't being summoned for another council meeting. When I opened the door, I saw the head herbalist of Rayuwa along with two witch doctors. "Your Highness, good morning," the head herbalist began, "I am here to continue miss Binta's treatment." He said with a bow. "Ok, why are the witch doctors here?" I asked, addressing the two old men that had accompanied him. "There is a spiritual matter involved with Miss Binta's issue." He began, "I believe the spirit of death is upon her. These men are one of Rayuwa's best wi
LEILA. I had been home for over a week, and my father had refused to speak to me. Zuwaira and I had decided not to tell my father about the Sarki's promises. I was glad he hadn't made good on them yet, and I hoped he wouldn't. Somehow I was glad to be back in civilisation, where there was phone network and the Internet. Where I could visit the cinema, and I had a variety of foods to choose from. I wondered how a very primitive part of the country could have so much power over the entire country. "Are you still thinking about the Sarki's threats?" Zuwaira asked, entering my room. I hated her behaviour of never knocking before entering. She startled me, and instead of apologising, she began to laugh. It was typical of my cousin to forget significant and life-threatening events. A boy was sentenced to be decapitated in our presence while she was to await her judgment. A judgement that would be made by the same people that had sentenced the young boy to death by beheading. Did she ever
ADAM. It was difficult finding the messenger to send to Rukum village because the plague was more conspicuous there. Eventually, we were able to find a volunteer. A herbalist who was willing to risk his life and call Mai'Karfi. Mai'Karfi was the only one that knew how to summon Mai'Aljannu. I wish we had come to the current resolution when Mai'Aljannu was around, but as they say, better late than never. At this point, there was nothing left to lose. Aljannan Daji had not fulfilled her side of the bargain; we simply could not be expected to pay for services that were not rendered. At first, I wondered why the herbalist would willingly volunteer himself to go on such a dangerous mission, but then I found out his daughter was one of the maidens chosen for the sacrifice, and that girl happened to be his only surviving family. That made a lot of sense. The doctor had prohibited me from sleeping in Binta's room. I was glad I brought him. They had to cut out some of the dead flesh on Binta
MALLAM BAMALI, (Chief Boka). I couldn't believe my daughter was selected. My wife had cried all week, begging me to do something. There was nothing I could do; I was powerless. Somehow I believed Mai'Aljanu had a hand in my misfortune. It couldn't have been an eventuality that it was the two people that supported the sacrifice that ended up being unfortunate. I was angry with the Sarki for not allowing the swap. Everyone knew that swap was possible. My wife hadn't made life easy on me at all. She had refused to eat, and she wasn't sleeping well. I knew if she continued, she would die before the full moon. I knew I needed to do something, so I made up my mind. I had consulted my Jinni, and I had told him I wanted to strike a deal with Aljannan Daji to save my daughter's life. To help me, my Jinni had directed me to visit the forbidden forest and told me what to do when I got to the border. The plan was that my Jinni would help me get to the forest, and then he would teach me how to as