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
ADAM. A week had passed, and Binta was well. Although her wounds were yet to heal completely, she was well enough to move about, but she had refused to leave her room. Sometimes, I would be talking to her, and she would have a blank expression on her face. Doctor Imran had already warned me about this. I was clueless about what to do. The whole issue with Rayuwa wasn't making things any easy, as the villagers gathered in front of the Palace every morning to beg for food. Things had gone from bad to worse. Most farmers refused to sell their crops. I sent raw food to Binta's father's compound, and although they accepted it, her grandmother sent a message to inform me that they had enough food in-store, but they appreciated my generosity and reminded me of the Gaisuwa. I could see why Binta always bragged about her mother's farming abilities. It was clear the woman had stocked food for her family. Remembering Binta's mother broke my heart. She didn't deserve what happened to her. The G
ADAM. Binta was wide-awake when I entered her room. She stood by the window, staring outside. She wore a long Kaftan. It used to be mine, but she loved it so much that I let her have it. It was also appropriate for her current condition because of her healing wounds. "Hey!" I said. I knew I needed to be quick because Mai'Aljannu was already performing the ritual. "Hey." She replied with a smile. "Please, I am about to ask you something. I beg you not to say no. I know you are hurt and angry, and you have every right to feel that way. I haven't gotten over the incident myself. I do not expect you to just get up and pretend it didn't happen; because it did, and I will always remember it. I wish I could take it back, but I can't." I said and paused. Tears were beginning to gather in my eyes. I was reliving the incident all over again. This was not the time for me to break down, so I held myself. "What do you want, Adam?" She asked gently. I stared at her for a while, looking deep in
ADAM. When we got to the throne room, everyone was surprised to see what Binta was wearing. I knew they did not approve of the Kaftan, but none of them was brave enough to breathe a word. Binta greeted my father and the other chiefs, and then I had her sit beside me. Mai'Aljannu was yet to finish his ritual, so we had to wait. "Binta," my father began, "I want to apologise for the way you were treated by the council and for what happened in the dungeon. The guard is being dealt with as we speak." Binta immediately squatted to address my father. She flinched with pain. After all, she was still healing. My father immediately gave her permission to address him seated. I had to help her get up and sit down. "Your Majesty," she began," I do not hold any grudge against you or the council, and I promise not to cross my boundaries again." The chiefs nodded with amusement. Binta's respectful manner and humility had made her gain their respect. "Well, that is good to know, but henceforth,