“How is that possible? How can a man be so ageless without wrinkles or grey hair? No more excuses Fathdu, we would be collecting your bride price from the stranger tonight. Go home and pack your bags.” Uncle Gora screamed while Aunty Fathdu walked away from the passage.
“You are angry Fathdu? You are a senseless ugly woman!” Uncle Boro yelled after her.
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Tha forest was green and humid, with tall trees of variant heights whose extended branches met each other like guardians securing mortals in its centre. Beniandu marched under the trees on the soggy carpet grass on the floor of the forest. On top of the trees, scampering monkeys dashed from one branch to another howling at one another, while lumbering badgers scrambled for groundnuts underneath the shoulder-length greeneries ahead of her. They scampered when she approached the greeneries.