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Twice Dead
1832
Ede, Osun State, Nigeria
On this bright and sunny day— the day of my daughter’s wedding— we dance. Out in the soft morning light they stood, a sea of livestock. More gifts from Alao. A dowry fit for three queens. Yet, the dead watch us. Yes, they whisper dark secrets...
A feeling gnawed at me—the strange feeling that the day would end in chaos or at least end in a state akin. I had deleted the video from Leke’s phone. The pastors were on their way.
Why were they coming? Had they seen the video?....
I waited for the storm, but it never came.
Leke came home, a tired smile on his face as usual. He asked about my day. I had nothing to say. My tongue stuck to the roof of my mouth and the dryness tickled my throat. He smiled, planted a kiss on my forehead and headed into the bathroom to take a shower.
Once the water started running, I scrambled into the room, searching through his discarded clothes. It wasn’t there. It wasn’t under the bed either or in the wardrobe.
Where was it?
