Lahat ng Kabanata ng The tribal chief's daughter: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 5

Eche Egwuatu, the tribal chief of Oumari, woke up in the middle of the night to relieve himself, as was his habit, but when he tried to rise from his sleeping pallet he found out that he could not move.He felt a sharp pain in his stomach. It felt as though a fire burned him from the inside and it made him worried. He tried to call out to Kaine who was sleeping next to him, but no sound came out of his mouth. When the pain suddenly pierced his chest, he knew he had been poisoned. He even knew which poison had been used. As a young man, Eche had offended Ani a mighty earth goddess, and as a result of his offence, she had cursed him. It was not a story he wanted to remember because he was not proud of what he had done. Despite having ample opportunity to, he had never told anyone about it. Not even his wife Kaine. Part of his curse was that he would die by a particular poison a

Two cloaked figures were discussing in hushed tones inside the hall of the divination temple."I want that girl and that witch dead. I want them both dead. You promised to take care of it. They will ruin everything for us if you let them live." The shorter more agitated figure was speaking in an increasingly shrill voice, pacing the narrow hall and wringing her hands together in frustration."Lower your voice woman." The deep scratchy voice of the taller figure came in low, menacing tones which gave no room for further argument."I intend to keep that promise, but you must be patient. Leave this temple at once and make sure we are never seen together again or I might have to kill even more...people." He looked straight into her eyes, with a slight pause before the last word. Hearing that, the shorter figure quickly turned around with a low huff of annoyance. She left the temple through the sa

During the night, after the first stage of Ogu, Nazora sat on a heap of furs laid on the ground holding some herbs she had picked on the way to the hut. Her whole body ached from fighting in Ogu earlier that day but it was nothing the herbs and some sleep could not fix. She could feel a slight breeze from the high, carved-out windows ruffling her hair and she could hear the crickets cheerfully chirping away outside the hut. She crushed the herbs on a flat piece of wood using a smooth stone and as she performed the routine task she let her mind wander a little. Using the dim reddish light from the four strategically placed oil lamps she looked around. The hut was plain, spacious and circular, made from red mud. It was reserved for females participating in Ogu and it had white circles and whorls adorning the inner walls. The Oumari favoured circles. It was sacred to them as it was the symbol of their patron god Ensu th