It was not long before the king and the Queen noticed the absence of Nwife. Ure had denied ever setting her eyes on him. Eze Ife sent some of his guards to his father's house. Some were sent to search the whole villages. There was no sign of him anywhere. "Your Highness, I think Ure knows his whereabouts and has refused to talk to anyone." The Queen said to the king. "Ure did not know his whereabouts. I think he traveled with Ije. I noticed his mood changed the moment I mentioned her departure. He probably must have gone after her," Eze Ife said. "Why on Earth would he do a thing like that?" The Queen asked. "If I had been as young as the Prince, I would have done the same. I felt her absence greatly and I don't know why. Sometimes we never know we liked people until we look and find them not. I wish I never granted her the permission to leave." "You would have stopped her from seeing her people? As what, a slave?" The Queen asked. "Do you think there is something going on between
It was morning and there was no sign of Nwife. The king and the Queen became worried. They were awake all through. The Queen was worried, glancing frequently through the entrance of the throne room. A figure appeared in the doorway. Eze Ife and his wife quickly looked in the direction, It was Ure. They sighed and sat back on their chairs. "Mother, don't worry about Nwife, he will be fine," Ure said. "For the last time Ure, do you have any idea where he might be?" The king asked, Ure, nodded."And you kept quiet all these while?" The Queen shouted at her. "Where is he?" "I don't know where he is," Ure replied. "You just said yes!" The Queen screamed. "I know where he might be," Ure said. "Tell me, where do you think he went to?" Eze Ife asked. "He went after Ije." "What business does the Prince has with a commoner? She is a slave, the chosen bride of Ajonwa deity of Ohanta!" The Queen paced around the throne room. "I know where this is heading and I don't like it." "Is he in lo
Ije opened her eyes and found out it was morning already. Nwife sat beside her and was admiring her. She caressed her eyes and stared at Nwife. He smiled as he held her eyes for some seconds. "Your beauty is beyond description," Ije dropped her face immediately. Nwife held her by hand and helped her up. "You need to bathe just like we have done. I can go away if you want." Ije looked around the thick forest. It was morning but she was still scared. "Are you scared?" Nwife asked and she nodded. "I'll wait here then." Ije walked into the river and began to bathe. Nwife looked away. He felt a strong urge to look at her, but he controlled himself. Ije on the other hand was throwing occasional glances at him to make sure he was not looking at her. She came out of the water when she had finished bathing. "I made some breakfast for us," Nwife said. "What did you make?" Ije asked. "I roasted some plantains." Nwife and Ije began to munch down the full plate of plantain. They stack the
"I don't trust you, so I have a better plan. You are smart but you can't outsmart me," he smiled. Ije did not find the statement funny. She wanted to know the new plan. "I am a traveler; I have traveled to different communities." The palm wine tapper dipped his hand into a small bag he had on his waist and brought out a small wooden artifact. Ije was terrified but she held her peace. "This artifact was given to me by the people Umuora when I delivered the best palm wine to the king. Do you know what it does?" He asked. Ije shook her head."This small charm is capable of wiping a whole community if you fail to keep your own end of any bargain. This is not gods of your land. This is a deity, made by Umuora people. You must swear with it." "Gods cannot be created by mere mortals! No one creates a deity!" "Oh...you haven't been to Umuora then. I have been there and I know what I saw. They have powerful deities and they created all of them. This one here is called Ope, it kills instantl
Ije looked around the place, they had more contemporary things and buildings more than Ohanta community. All the communities she had been to were more refined than her community. Ohanta people still lived in huts that were constructed with a conical foundation and peaked thatched roof. They were made out of mud and its roof is made with grass and with local materials. However, all the communities she had been to use asbestos roofing and siding. "What is going on there?" Nwife asked the young girl that sold pudding to them. She looked admiring at Nwife. "It's a wrestling competition. The king came back from the city with a four-wheeled donkey. He said he would give it to anyone who wins today's competition," she responded. Nwife looked at Ije and grinned. "No, I'm not going there. I hate cheating," she said and stood up from where she sat. "How is it cheating, Ije?" Nwife asked. "The gods gave me extraordinary strength. You want me to compete with people who have normal strength, t
Fear gripped Ije as they move deeper and deeper into the forest. There were no signs of houses anywhere. The trees were quite tall as none of them have been felled. "We have been traveling all day. I'm tired and hungry," Ije said. Nwife cued the horse to a stop. They all came down. Ije sat on the foot of a tree, while Nwife went in search of dry leaves he used to make fire. He made a fire when he had gathered the dry leaves. "I'm roasting yam for dinner, we still have some oil and salt," Nwife said as he squatted behind her and held her shoulders. "No, I'm making this one. You have been the one cooking, and I'm not going to allow you it again," Ije stood up, went to the horse, and began to unpack their bags. Nwife held her hand and took it out of the horseback. He led her back to the foot of the tree where she sat. Nwife unpacked the bags and brought out all the items he would need. He proceeded to the fire and began to roast the yams. Ije moved closer to the fire as she was feelin
"I'll advise you to do whatever that brought you to this community and leave at once before Oja sees her." "Who is Oja?" Nwife asked. "Ojadike is the first son of king Dike," Ene said. Nwife made eye contact with Ije. He noticed she was worried about him. "Father, would you mind if we stay with you? Please." Nwife said. "The villagers have seen you already they would probably be on their way to the Palace. Oja will be here in no time." Ije stood up from the boulder and went to Nwife. He held her hand. "What do you seek in our community?" "It is a long story, father," Nwife said. "Make it short, I want to see if I can help so you will leave at once." "There is a deity that is terrorizing our community. We traced the origin down here. We need help, please." Nwife said. "Oh very simple. Does it have a speaker?" "What is a speaker?" Nwife asked. "A mouthpiece...a...I don't know what you call it." "Oh okay, we call them Chief Priest," Nwife said. "Good, ask the mouthpiece what
Ije and Nwife stood before Dike the traditional ruler of Umuora. The king stared at Nwife from head to toe. He took his eyes off him and stared admiringly at Ije. "Greetings your Highness," Ije greeted. "The chosen one! the great seer! And the healer of our time, you are welcome to my palace." Dike grinned at her. Ije and Nwife exchanged glances. Ije was confused already, but the presence of Nwife kept strengthening her. "Okemuo, the presiding deity of Umuora announced your coming five seasons ago. Since then we have been waiting for you. He described you very well," he grinned. "Welcome and please feel at home. There would be no ritual since you were sent by the gods. Oja, the first son of Umuora is your destined husband. Together you shall rule this Kingdom and break the barriers that stopped our people from stepping out of this community!" The people cheered and danced for joy. "Welcome, the chosen one! Oja!" Dike called. Oja bowed before the king."Do not provoke her. Remember