Wanted by the Alpha

I saunter towards the house of the people that owns them. Four more houses to go to before completed my customary routine A daily routine that ends with me back in the forest collecting more herbs for the ungrateful villagers. You might be wondering why I still help them despite their ill-treatment of me.Well, you can say I help them to prevent a disaster. It won't be right to whatever God must have gifted or cursed me with my healing powers, to ignore the sick when I can be of help to them. God must have gifted me to heal the people by giving me what the people consider a curse. “Murderer,” a girl of almost the same age as I spat as she walks by, “witch”, she continues to spur more evil words. “A person like you is better off in Okumu where your fatter Ekwensu is residing in his pretend Obi (palace),” she says with a glare at me. “Trash like you isn't worthy of living,” she spat as she resumes her journey to wherever she was supposed to be. Touching my dyed hair, I resume w

A banging sound alerted me to what Fosy and Chika are currently doing to my room. Walking in there, I was met with a sight that made my furious side rear its ugly head up. Fosy was jumping on my Apa* it's a wooden box-like Oche, but instead of it being a sitting place; it's considered a resting place* which by the looks of things my APA I broke. Chika on the other side of the room is trailing around with my most priced akwa *the material we put on to cover our nakedness.* The akwa is made up of sown-up ede leaves for those who can't afford the animal skin. My entire Akwa is made up of animal skin; a strong material that lasts for a long. The akwa am currently putting on now has lasted for more than twelve moon cycles; Father made it a bit bigger, so I can grow into it and not out of it. His hindsight is what kept me alive for all those moon cycles. Without his penchant for making things that will last for numerous cycles, I won't be as fit as I am. “Fosy! Chika!” I glare at t

and hope not to be implicated. It was a tough decision, but one I had to make*I prepared the poison for him on the condition that he doesn't make mention of my name when caught.I know it was a fruitless talk then because he won't fail to mention my name if caught.Of course, I had a backup plan; I plan I kept helping the poor girl.Preparing the poison, I added a little dose of Agbaramebie * it's like a poison antidote, except it doesn't spotless the poison from your system; it stops the complete flow of the poison. The poison will still be in the person's system, but it won't have as much effect on the person as it would have without the Agbaramebie)* to stop the complete flow of the poison in her system.To cut the long story short, since I'm about to head out for another herb search, he was caught before he can administer the poison to her.Luckily for me, but mostly for him, he escaped before a trial can be made on him, and since then, Ikenga hasn't been seen nor have tales of

Not shunned for something you don't have a hand in.Shunned for a gift I never asked nor requested for.A gift I wouldn't have wanted to be had I been given the chance to choose my path of destiny.A gift that benefits them more than it does me *hand on my chin; lost in thoughts*“Have the gift benefited me for once? The answer remains no. If it works only to my benefit, father wouldn't have died before I can get to him. Mother wouldn't have died before she can hold me in her arms. I truly am a cursed child like the villagers call me, not a blessing as my father thought my gift to be.If I'm a blessing, why does misfortune knock on my door every damn time? Why is that people around me always gets hurt because of me?I'm the daughter of Ekwensu.The forest is always devoid of both humans and the occasional sounds that surround Uderide forest * a forest that never sleeps, with wolves parading in it almost every time.*A forest I've only been to twice; forest humans are afraid to thre

Papilo is the only person in the entire Mabudazou I fear, he's my worst nightmare, a Payne in my healer's arse.He doesn't make his advances on me a secret whenever we're alone, but with others, he acts like the scum of Mabudazou *it should be Otito since my father came from there.* I've evaded his advances in me; it's just a matter of time before he gets what he wants *I will be dead then; I can't be alive and watch him degrade me.* “You look so different with your new hair color,” he murmurs in my ears, as he mercifully lets go of my hair, “you're Lucky am in a good mood.” Papilo in a good mood is like when an Aguiyi is in a good mood; it always ends up ugly.Straightening my hair, I bend down to pick up my basket. It's not over, and I know it, it's just a matter of time before he burst.The cup is almost filled; it's running over and is about to start.When he saw I wasn't replying to his word, he looks down at me with anger, “and you dare ignore me?”!he kicks off my basket, “yo