LOGINTo achieve her goal of attaining quality education, Moriah would let nothing or nobody stop her in her quest. She battled the outrageous traditions and beliefs of her people, especially as regards Àsánte, the obsolete custom of forcefully taking unwilling brides to their grooms. Despite being a victim of the dreaded Àsánte custom, Moriah rose from the ashes of a seeming defeat, to become the first female lawyer in her village.
View More"Daddy!"Sade ran into the waiting arms of her father. He had made good on his promise to travel down all the way from his new base at Osogbo to welcome his lovely daughter back home and to usher her into another phase of her life. Her mother stood beside her father, smiling proudly as her daughter got enveloped in the warm embrace of her father.
"That is how we shall go about it, my wife," Agbede said to his wife. Mama nodded as she praised her husband's ingenuity. She was rather happy that her husband and Moriah's husband had moved the consummation of her daughter's marriage forward. She had been skeptical about the month-long postponement as she suspected strongly that her daughter, Moriah, had a sinister plan up her sleeve.Their daughter, Moriah, was away at school as it was the last day of her exam. The tools for the activation of the Àsánte custom was already in place, waiting to be put
The Professor was home for the weekend and was relaxing on the verandah of their little cottage-like house, listening to a radio programme on his little portable radio that a friend had given him on his return from England only months ago, when his wife walked up to him.He looked up as the smell of her perfume wafted to him, announcing her presence and smiled warmly at her as she got to him and lowered her head to give him a kiss on the lips. His colleagues never stopped teasing him about his 'Oloyinbo' ways with his wife, meaning that he never conducted his marriage in the African fashion, but after the fashion of their colonial masters, the British, popu
Agbekoya rolled his bicycle to a stop. He secured it by leaning it against the dwarf coconut tree along the path. He ran hastily after the group of girls on their way to the riverside. He had spied his wife, Moriah, his friend, Agbede's daughter, among them. He called her name hoarsely and the girls all turned back. There was a titter of murmur among the girls as Moriah was pushed backwards towards him. One of the girls even slapped her on the buttocks as they turned back to continue on their journey to the river, leaving Moriah to her fate as she faced her intende





