As she was placing the beads on my wrist, a few around my waist, some on my head and neck, my mother's eyes had gained some sparkle. She had finished putting beads on my body and began on my hair. She had brought a few more calabashes with weird looking colours, but who was I to complain.'You know, it is strange to think that your father is the leader of our tribe and he has only one wife and no consort. In other tribes, the leader can have more than one wife, especially if the wives only have daughters. But your father, stuck to only me. Even with the stillborn, the pregnancy scares. Even though giving you up for the world, your father has been a rock. I have mistreated him which I need to beg for his forgiveness but…' She didn't stop talking because she wanted too but instead because of the arrival of my father.
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