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| Traditional Igbo family compound |
The sun was high in the cloudless
azure sky when they left Jide’s lodgings. The ruby clay earth scorched Oma’s
bare feet.
She walked beside Jide, her
wrists bound loosely. He’d suggested it as a ruse to trap her uncle. She’d
accepted that his plan could work.
Yet now, her skin prickled with
unease at being bound and unable to defend herself.
