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Posted by: Miss Ifeoluwa« on: December 06, 2019, 02:09:51 AM »"Adaora" Season 1 Episode 19 Amabara, The ruthless king roamed the palace as he waited for the arrival of the men he had sent on an errand to the King of Ezeudo. For many centuries, the Kingdoms werenât at peace with each other. There was a legend of two brothers, Ezeudo and Amabara who were once best friends. They loved each other dearly, as they had drank from the same river of breast milk, Ala. But Ezeudo grew stronger and more powerful. He overshadowed his brother in all things. The earth mother spirit favored him, and the spirits of the valleys and mountains loved him. Amabara grew jealous and tried to kill his brother. When Ezeudo learned of this plan, he took his family and fled to an empty valley land which he called Ezeudo. Since then, the people from these two kingdoms were always at war with each other. âWhy are you restless my son? The gods had spoken through their mouthpiece, the prophecy had been before you were born. Do not worry yourself. Ikemba does not know what will befall him soon,â Ehuru said. Eze Chimelie was the youngest King in history. He was two years older than the King of Ezeudo, but Ikemba had achieved more than he did. Ikemba was the most powerful ruler in all of the Eastern Lands. He was the wealthiest man alive, and all the Kings surrendered to his authority. Chimelie had grown jealous and insecure. Luckily for him, his mother, Ehuru, was still alive to guide him in all things. Ehuru was confident that her son would be the break the curse that bound all Amabara men from being prosperous as the men of Ezeudo. She wanted her son to be the most powerful and revered King on the planet. But Ikemba of Ezeudo was standing in the way of that. However, the gods of the land had spoken through a priest. There was only one way to defeat Ezeudo. Only when the moon virgin was discovered and married to Chimelie would the curse be broken. With the help of the priest and some wise men in the Kingdom, Ehuru had learned of a moon virgin that escaped the raid at Anyanwa. It was her men that had raided the village and slain everyone. They had gone there under the guise of slave traders. Unlike many people, she was a very practical and curious woman. Most people didnât believe that the magical land of Anyanwa existed in the physical. She hadnât believed it as well. But she had decided to risk the lives of her sonâs warriors to find it. She had been told from the men when they had returned that the moon virgin had been stolen from some bandits on their way back. She was taken to the slave market. âWhat if this moon virgin isnât found? What will happen to my throne? I cannot sit in the shadows for too long. I want to destroy Ikemba. I want to take his throne and all of his wives. I want to avenge my fatherâs death. I want Ikemba to be my slave!â The King barked at his mother. Ehuru smiled, âDonât you trust your mother? We have come too far to fail. I have spies in Ezeudo and they told me about a slave girl that their oracle had named as the next Queen. It is a taboo for free born to marry slave, how much less, a King. I had to think very well. The only slave that was worthy of such a great honor would be this moon virgin. I believe that the men have seen her. They will bring her safely to you, and she will be your Queen. With the great powers inside of her, she will help you to conquer Ikemba and other Kingdoms as well.â When Chimelie heard this, he welcomed the wicked grin that had been welling up inside of his heart. âYou are the best mother in the world.â Ehuru nodded, âAnd history will remember you for being the most powerful King that walked upon the surface of the earth.â END OF PART ONE Quote Goddess Of The Sun (Adaora Part 2) - Full Episode Posted by: Miss Ifeoluwa« on: December 06, 2019, 02:02:23 AM »"Adaora" Season 1 Episode 18 When he let go of her shoulder, she vanished right before his eyes. At first, Ikemba had felt confident that the gods had answered his prayers. He had been very certain that he would find the right woman that would bear him a son. âIt seems the gods are about to abandon meâŚâ He had a feeling that something terrible was about to happen in the Kingdom, but he couldnât place a finger around it. âEverything will be alright my King. We will continue to offer sacrifices to Ala and Amadioha. They will be pleased. They will grant you your heart desire.â âI hope so,â he muttered weakly. *** Obiajulu couldnât believe that Oriaku had done this to the man that she cared about. Her hatred for the ugly woman was increased. How could Oriaku lay her filthy hands on Anosike? What was she thinking? âYou grow weaker by the day. You are allowing that witch to control you. If I didnât know you better, I would have assumed that she had bewitched you.â When Oriaku had left, Anosike had not been expecting anyone else. He had been terribly shocked when Obiajulu had walked in right from the door. His heart had leapt with joy, and she had felt the same way. But her mood changed when she noticed his wound. It wasnât the injury that upset her. Obiajulu was mad that Anosike had allowed Oriaku to go scot free. âI am not a weak man. You know me. Oriaku ambushed me in the dark and she will pay for it.â Obiajulu spotted a glow in his eyes, it was determination. One good thing that distinguished Anosike from the weakling of a husband that she had married was his strong will. From the look of things, Oriaku had lost favor in his eyes. She needed to use this to her advantage. âIf you are not weak, why did you allow her to go free? You should have reported her to the members of her family. She deserves some beating as well,â Obiajulu hissed. âShe knows about our relationship. Okeke had told her everything about us. If I do not play by her rules, we could both get into trouble. Thereâs only one way to end all of this.â Of course there was only one way, but Obiajulu didnât want to voice it out. She wanted the man to take the lead, while she followed. Another person that deserved to be punished was Okeke. His nosiness had gotten them into trouble. âThat ungrateful fool! I find it difficult to believe that Okeke would fight you after everything you did for him. You bought a slave with your hard earned money and gave her to my husband as Okekeâs debt. Has he gone mad? Why has he forgotten those who helped him when he had nothing?â To this, Anosike was quiet. He needed to tell Oriaku everything that Okeke had said about her slave. âWell, you should be glad that you will soon be a relative of the King. Okeke came here with the most ridiculous information that I have ever heard.â When Obiajulu heard this, her eyes narrowed. What was Anosike talking about? âI donât understand you.â She was yet to tell Anosike about her plan to take the throne of Ezeudo. Where was this coming from? Did Okeke get wind of her plan? If he did, how come? Briefly, Anosike told his love everything that Okeke had told him and in details. At first, Obiajulu thought he was joking, so she guffawed. When Anosike didnât return her guffaw, she realized that he was serious. âThat can never happen! The gods can never choose a slave to be queen of this land.â Obiajulu gritted her teeth angrily as she thought of the prospect of the slave girl ruling over her. She had always known it. âI knew there was something evil about that slave from the first day that I set my eyes on her. She wants to charm her way into the Kingâs heart!â Anosike was surprised at Obiajuluâs reaction. Unlike him, Obiajulu believed Okekeâs story hook and sinker. âOriaku knows about it and she told me that she was the one that recommended the slave girl to the king. She was really happy about it.â Obiajulu hissed, âShe knows about my plans to become queen of Ezeudo. She only spites me. But I will teach her a lesson.â Anosike raised a brow, âYou want to become a Queen? I think we should find a way to deal with my wife, we can talk about your plans later,â he chuckled. âI am not joking! Your wife must pay for all the evils she had unleashed against me. You need to put Oriaku in her rightful place or she would be the death of us. If she didnât succeed in reporting us to Ikemba, she would the next time she pays the King a visit. Please do something about her.â There was only one thing that came across Anosikeâs mind right from the time that Oriaku had hit him. âI want to sell her off at the slave market. What do you think about that?â Obiajulu rubbed her chin thoughtfully, âThat sounds like the perfect idea. I was thinking we could slip something into her meal, that way, weâll end her forever.â âNo, I donât want blood on our hands. Selling her off to another kingdom is the best.â Anosike countered her. Obiajulu was pleased with her loverâs desire to get rid of his wife. âWhen do we sell her off?â He ignored the burning pain in his shoulder. âOriaku will pay for all her sins. I will arrange a kidnapping tonight. Be prepared.â When Adaora arrived at the stream, she noticed that it was empty and lonely. This was the second time that she would be coming to the Ezeudo stream to fetch some water. The absence of people baffled her. She was about stepping into the clear running water when she felt a strange presence. She paused and ran her eyes over the thick vegetation that surrounded the stream. Something was wrong. Somebody was here, but she couldnât see or recognize the person with her physical eyes. The hairs on her back were rustled by the wind of paranoia. Adaora pulled in a deep breath and quickly dipped her pot into the water. The moon goddess had appeared to her the night before, but nothing of danger had been mentioned. âShe only said that I would have many enemiesâŚâ Adaora trailed off. âBut why will I have so many enemies? I am nothing but a slave. I am a stranger to these lands.â With determination to reach home on time, she pulled the pot out of water and stepped out of the stream. She was about placing the pot on her head when a cold hand touched her shoulder. âShe is the one! The mark of the crescent moon is on her!â A gruff voice screamed. Before Adaora could turn around and see the face of the man who had intruded the sacred silence that the stream spirits enjoyed, her water pot was pushed from behind. And her head was smashed with a club. Blood trickled down the sides of her face. Her slender body fell to the ground. The strange men didnât waste time. They lifted her body and scurried into the nearby bush. TO BE CONTINUED Posted by: Miss Ifeoluwa« on: December 06, 2019, 01:58:48 AM »"Adaora" Season 1 Episode 17 Chinedum scratched his chin, âThat is strange. Obiajulu hates farm work. I just hope that everything is well with my wife.â He dropped the bush animal inside the tray and moved towards his chamber. He needed to take a bath and prepare to visit his cousin whom he had not seen for a long time. He had a feeling that Obiajulu was avoiding him after their last wrangle, but he didnât care. His mind was made up. He couldnât betray the King for any reason. The gods had placed Ikemba on that position of authority and nobody could overthrow him. âWhat are you doing?â Adaeze placed a tiny hand on Adaoraâs lap. âPlucking Oha leaves obviously. I will make a very delicious soup with these leaves. You are going to enjoy it.â Adaora smiled at the little girl. âCan I join you in plucking the leaves?â Little Ikenna asked. Adaora smiled and fetched him a branch. While they all plucked in silence, a visitor came. They knew this because of the voice and the sound of a clap. âIs anyone home?â It was a female voice, strong and bold. It was unafraid. âGet into your room. Have some rest. When I am done with the soup, I will call you to eat.â Adaora rose to her feet and moved towards the entrance of the compound. The truth was that she cared about the children, and she didnât want a stranger to see them. She was already too late, as Chinedum had gone to receive the visitor. Adaora noticed that the fat woman shared a facial resemblance with her mistress. They had the same brows, the same eyes and skin color. Adaora was certain that Obiajuluâs mother had come. She was about leaving, when she heard Chinedumâs angry outburst. From the look on the womanâs face, Adaora spotted worry and surprise. She had told the master something that greatly upset him. Adaora peeled herself from the wall and returned to the kitchen. Once she was done plucking the leaves, she decided to wash them. It was only then that she discovered that there was no drop of water inside the pot. âI must rush to the stream,â she muttered under her breath. Hurriedly, Adaora fetched a water pot and took the bush path behind the compound. It was a shorter route to the stream. In no time she was going to return. Chinedumâs face contorted into a deep frown as he stared at Oriakuâs aunt whoâd come visiting. Obiajulu had claimed that Ifeyinwa was terribly down with fever and she had gone to rescue her. âMay the gods forbid fever. I am very healthy my in-law. I havenât set eyes on my niece for a very long time. I had a terrible dream about her and that is the reason that I have come to Ezeudo. I plan to spend three days before heading home.â Chinedum felt like a fool. âI canât believe that Obiajulu will deceive me like a little child. She must pay for her lies and she has a lot of explaining to do.â The older woman placed a hand on his shoulder, âDo not worry yourself. Obiajulu is a good woman and she will tell you where she went. Look at how angry this news has made you. You havenât even offered me a seat or kola.â She said these words with intent, and they immediately worked on Chinedum. âI apologize for my rudeness. Please have a sit. Let me call on my slave to prepare you something.â âSo many things are happening. I canât believe that you of all people will have a slave,â Ifeyinwa chuckled. Chinedum shrugged, âI didnât buy her. She is a gift and she has turned out to be very nice. You must excuse me, I will be right back.â âTake all the time that you need,â Obiajuluâs aunt nodded. When Chinedum reached the kitchen, he noticed that Adaora wasnât there. He called her name thrice, but there wasnât any reply. He had a feeling that she had gone to the bush to ease herself or to the stream to fetch water. He had been the last person to drink from the water pot. He couldnât wait for her return. He needed to ask Adaora a second time about Obiajuluâs location. When Oriaku had arrived at the palace, she noticed that the Queen mother and the King were at the meeting room. She ran a tongue over her lips and moved towards the throne room. Oriaku was pleased that the King had taken her advice to be with the slave girl. Adaora was humble and deserved to be Queen. This would equally spite Obiajulu. It wasnât a hidden thing that she had always dreamt of being Queen. When they were young girls, Obiajulu had never been modest about it. âLong Live the King, I greet you Queen Mother,â Oriaku bowed before royals. The Queen mother was pleased to see her. Her wrinkly face split into two. She had heard about Obiajuluâs suggestion, and it seemed that her son had taken to the idea. âYou are welcome to the throne room wife of Anosike.â The woman greeted in return. âHow have you been Oriaku?â The King smiled. âI am very fine my King,â she responded. Ikemba wasnât a man of many words. He had invited Oriaku for just one purpose. It was time for him to meet the girl. He knew that the steps he was taking werenât proper. But he needed to see her first before telling the oracle all about her. His blood rushed. He hoped that the gods would pass through this woman to give him a son. âI believe you know why I have sent for you,â he began. Oriaku nodded, âYes my King.â âI want to see her face. Take some guards with you and tell my cousin that I sent you. Bring the morning sun to me. And if the word of the oracle comes to pass through you, you shall be blessed among all women.â She didnât waste time. Oriaku swirled round and stepped out of the palace. Three guards trailed behind her. By now, Obiajulu must have returned to her husband. She couldnât wait to see the look on her face when Adaora would be announced as the next queen. âWalk faster, we have a lot of distance to coverâŚâOriaku bellowed to the guards. Oriaku hadnât walked too far from the palace when the oracle appeared in the middle of the throne room. The presence of the priestess startled the King and his mother, because they hadnât expected her. âWise one, what brings you in such a hurry?â The King rose to his feet. He didnât like the look in her eyes, they were fiery. The golden locks on her hair were rough and scattered. And she had black rings underneath her eyes. The oracle hadnât slept very much. She inhaled deeply and stared directly at the King. âDays ago, I saw a vision of the woman that you are to marry. Though I didnât tell you, I told all the Chiefs about it. But I made them swear an oath not to tell you or anyone elseâŚâ she started. Ikemba scoffed and almost lost his stance. He couldnât believe that the Chiefs would keep such a secret from him. It means that the priestess could conspire against him with the Kingmakers. He felt unsafe. âI know you feel betrayed, but I didnât mean to betray you. I was only working in accordance to the voice of the gods. They wanted me to name the next Queen for a reason.â Only then was he relaxed, âWhat have the gods shown you today?â The Queen mother chipped in, she also noticed that the priestess was worried. The oracle sighed, âYou have many enemies. You must trust no one. A war is coming but you must withstand. You must fight with your whole heart for the woman that is truly yours. Without her you will fail for she is your moon and you her sun.â The oracle began to spin, in readiness to vanish, but the King touched her shoulder. âI do not understand your words. Speak to me in clear language. Tell me the prophecy in a way that I can understand.â The oracle shook her head, âI speak what the gods ask me to. Be prepared for what is ahead.â When he let go of her shoulder, she vanished right before his eyes. At first, Ikemba had felt confident that the gods had answered his prayers. He had been very certain that he would find the right woman that would bear him a son. âIt seems the gods are about to abandon meâŚâ He had a feeling that something terrible was about to happen in the Kingdom, but he couldnât place a finger around it. âEverything will be alright my King. We will continue to offer sacrifices to Ala and Amadioha. They will be pleased. They will grant you your heart desire.â âI hope so,â he muttered weakly. TO BE CONTINUED Posted by: Miss Ifeoluwa« on: December 06, 2019, 01:55:11 AM »"Adaora" Season 1 Episode 16 As Okeke rose to his feet, Oriaku pushed the door open and stepped in with two calabashes-one was filled with herbs and the other with hot water. âMy husband, how do you feel this morning?â She flashed her teeth. âMurderer, have you come to finish what you started?â Anosike shifted uncomfortably in his bed. Oriaku ignored him, âYou are welcome Okeke. I havenât seen your face for a very long time,â she smiled. Okeke returned her smile. He knew that it was time to leave. His next point of visit would be Chinedumâs house. He knew what he had heard the Chiefs discussing and he was determined to buy Adaora as his slave. âNwanyioma, good woman, may the gods continue to bestow their blessings upon you.â Okeke bowed his head in greeting and then turned to his friend who lay on the bamboo bed. âNwokem, I must take my leave. I will return in the evening with some fresh palm wine and gin that will help you recover. I would stop by Chinedumâs house.â Anosike was happy to get rid of his irritating friend. âBe on your way Okeke, take your trouble along with you.â Okeke laughed and waved Anosike and Oriaku goodbye. Once he stepped outside, he closed the door gently behind. Both man and wife stared at each other without uttering any word. Oriaku didnât regret her actions. She was only defending herself from Anosikeâs wildness. She had to teach him a lesson else he would continue treating her like an animal. Even animals deserved to be treated with kindness. âHave you come to crack my skull this time around?â He ran his eyes steadily over her face. Okeke was right about his wife. Oriaku was the best wife anyone could ever ask for and he had provoked her greatly. He had pushed her to the wall. This didnât mean that he was ready to end things with Obiajulu. In fact, thoughts of their last lovemaking session plagued him. He was jealous of his best friend. How could Chinedum have all that to himself? He wasnât even deserving of a woman like Obiajulu. âYou are my husband, I will never kill you except you try to kill me. I was only defending myself,â she replied. Oriaku knelt beside the wounded man and gently dropped the calabashes upon the ground. She fetched a rag from her underarm and dipped it into the hot water. âI know that you are sleeping with Chinedumâs wife. I am no longer jealous or angry. You do not love me, neither will I beg for your love. But if you ever lay a finger on me and on her account, I will do worse things to you,â she placed the hot rag on the surface of the wound. Anosike gave a loud scream. He didnât know Oriaku had it in her to be this wicked. âWhy do you torment me so much? Maybe you deserve being treated like an animal!â Her lips itched for a smile, âYou better be careful the way you talk to me. I only want the best for you. Obiajulu is not a good woman and she would lead to your destruction. If you must take another wife, tell me. I know young women who are humble and kind. They will bear you sons and daughters.â Anosike was moved. He had never seen Oriaku this content and happy. It seemed she had resolved in her heart to forget him and move on. This would have made him happier on a good day, but it made him afraid. What was she planning next? âI am not going to kill you,â Oriaku murmured as she worked on the wound. She had felt Anosikeâs eyes boring into her face even though she couldnât see him. Anosike kissed his teeth as the pain increased, âI blame Okeke for everything. Now he has the nerves to ask for Adaora. Once I get back on my feet I will put Okeke in his rightful place.â Oriakuâs hands froze when she heard the slave girlâs name. âI donât understand. What does Okeke want with Adaora?â âHe claims that the she would be the next Queen of Ezeudo.â Oriakuâs heart almost jumped out of her mouth when she had heard this. âUm, where did he hear that from?â âHe overheard the Chiefs talking about it.â Oriaku threw the rag into the calabash and jumped to her feet. If this news was true, then the King had made up his mind to marry Adaora. âWhat are you giggling about? How does this news concern you? We both know Okeke, he was probably drunk when he met the Chiefs.â Oriaku flashed a grin, âNo, Okeke isnât drunk. I was the one that told Ikemba all about Adaora. She is destined to be his new wife.â Anosikeâs brows contorted together. What business had Oriaku with the King? âWhat took you to the Kingâs palace?â He reached forward and dragged her roughly towards him with his good hand. Oriakuâs face paled, âI went to give him some yam seedlings.â Anosike laughed, he could see through her lies. âYou went to report I and Obiajulu right? You are such a foolish woman. You think you can ruin my reputation before Ikemba and be the favored one? You are nothing like Obiajulu and you will never be anything like her! Now get out!â He barked at her like an angry dog. Oriaku had not prepared herself for this altercation. She couldnât believe that the man she married could compare her to another manâs wife. âYou are a fool Anosike. Soon, you two will be exposed but not by my lips.â She hissed angrily and stepped out of the hut. Oriaku spotted a tall and hefty man in the middle of the compound. From the way he was dressed, he was from the Kingâs palace. His eyes were roaming, but only settled when he spotted the woman that he was looking. He marched towards her and bellowed, âThe King demands your presence.â Just in time, Obiajulu arrived at the compound with a basket of bush mangoes. She had missed Anosike and pretending to be on an errand for her husband was the only way she could see him. âWhat are you doing here, you shameless woman?â Oriaku gritted her teeth angrily. Obiajulu ignored her, âAnd good morning to you. My husband sent me to deliver these fruits to your husband. You can go and ask him yourself.â Oriaku bit her lip in annoyance. âI donât have time for you. One day, the gods will expose you two.â Once she left with the guard, Obiajulu carefully observed the compound. When she made certain that no one else was there, she dropped the basket of fruits and rushed towards Anosikeâs room. When he heard the sound of her voice, he knew that his healing was near, but first he had to tell her about Oriaku and how she almost reported them to the King. They had to do something before it was too late. Adaoraâs mind was clouded with confusion. She pondered on the words of the moon goddess. Everything now made perfect sense. The man she always saw in her dream and the mysterious dreams as well. Although she was still bitter about her motherâs death and the refusal of the goddess to save Anyanwa from the slave traders, Adaora decided to hearken to the words of the deity. If truly she came from a cursed bloodline, she needed to find this man before it was too late for her. âBut how do I find him? Where do I begin? I am but a stranger in Ezeudo,â she whispered as her hands plucked the leaves she held. Adaoraâs thoughts were far and deep. She had travelled to the deepest part of her mind. She didnât notice that Chinedum and the children were behind. He had taken them on a morning hunt and they had just returned. It was Ikennaâs soft touch that brought her back to the real world. Adaora screamed and hopped to her feet. The basket of oha leaves tumbled to the ground. âYou scared me!â She sighed when she realized the kids were the ones. Immediately her eyes jammed with Chinedumâs, she averted them and bowed her head. It was an abomination for a slave to lock eyes with her master or her mistress. Adaora quickly bowed her head, âGood morning master.â Chinedum scoffed, âYou can look at me, I wonât bite you.â Though Adaora didnât speak much to him, he enjoyed her company and he loved to watch her play with the kids. He wasnât attracted to her at all. âWhere is Obiajulu?â He noticed that his wifeâs hut was tightly shut. âShe told me that she was leaving for the farm,â Adaora replied. TO BE CONTINUED Posted by: Miss Ifeoluwa« on: December 05, 2019, 02:50:17 AM »"Adaora" Season 1 Episode 15 Anosikeâs head throbbed from the beating that his wife had given to him the previous night. He was still in shock that a quiet woman like Oriaku could behave like that. He fastened his lower lip between his teeth, while thinking of the next action to take. He was going to teach her lesson. He couldnât let her get away with this. âNo, that useless woman must go back to her fatherâs house. I will not submit to a womanâs authority, not in my own house!â He groaned and writhed on the floor. She had it all planned along. Now he was sure that Oriaku wanted him dead, so that she could inherit all his properties and farmlands for the next man that would come along. âBarren witch, I have tolerated you all along, but I will do so no moreâŚâ He continued to wince while listening to the strange footsteps that approached the door to his chamber. When he heard the rap on the door, Anosikeâs eyes snapped open. His eyes roamed the entire room for his cutlass. He was certain that Oriaku had come back to finish what she had started. That woman was full of evil. âIs anybody in?â The strangerâs voice called out. Anosike sighed with relief. He recognized the voice at once. It was the voice of his friend, Okeke; the one that had threatened to expose his affair with Obiajulu. Angrily, Anosike yelled at him to go away. He was certain that Oriaku had been in oblivion about his liaison with Obiajulu. It was Okeke who had caught them making love in the bush. And it was he that had told Oriaku about it, even after many pleas and offerings. âOpen the door my friend. You sound unwell. I know that you are still mad at me for what I did but I am still your best friend, Anosike.â Okeke could feel the pain in Anosikeâs voice. He knew that getting back into Anosikeâs heart would be difficult. But he was willing to try. Everything that he had said and done was to preserve their friendship. Okeke had never liked Obiajulu right from the time that Chinedum had married her. The woman was trouble. She was greedy and materialistic and he had warned Chinedum about her, but his friends rarely listened to him because he was mostly drunk. âGo away Okeke. The fires of our friendship were long gone. I want nothing to do with a spineless man, one who cannot keep his mouth shut,â Anosike replied. But Okeke was adamant. He was not one to be pushed away so easily. âI have something to tell you. It is about the slave that you had wanted to give to me. I want her back.â Anosike rolled his eyes, âWherever you go, trouble follows you. You are like a dangerous wind that carries sand in her dance.â When Okeke heard this, he felt relaxed. Without any more exchange, he pushed the door to his friendâs room and stepped in. Okeke almost screamed at the sight of a big wound on Anosikeâs shoulder. âDid you sustain an injury at the farm?â Okekeâs mouth flew open. Anosike scoffed, âIt would have been better, the pain wouldnât have been this strong compared to being brutalized by the woman I call wife.â Okeke shook his shoulders, âI donât believe you. Oriaku cannot harm a fly. A good woman can onlyâŚâ Okeke bit his lip as he spotted an angry look in Anosikeâs eyes. He felt slightly guilty for telling Oriaku about his friendâs affair. âDid she hit you because of Obiajulu?â Okeke knelt beside his friendâs bed. âOf course! You told her everything and she uses it against me. What did I do to deserve such great betrayal from you? I thought you were my friend,â Anosike groaned. Okeke sighed, âI am sorry for telling Oriaku about your affair. Let us be honest with each other, you werenât just cheating on Obiajulu. Most men take in concubines and sleep with women who arenât their wives. But they still treat their wives with respect and love. You showed Oriaku none of these. You always hit her at the slightest provocation. A good woman can only take that much. So my friend, do not put all the blame on me. You call me a betrayer, but you are also betraying Chinedum by lusting after his wife.â A wave of guilt washed over Anosike as he weighed Anosikeâs words. They had a powerful effect on him as he considered him. Perhaps it was time for him to stop the affair, but he loved Obiajulu to death. She was his destiny and he had made a mistake my marrying another. âWhy do you come?â Anosike changed the topic. âI should search the bush for some herbs. We will talk later.â Okeke couldnât bear to see his friend in such a state. Anosike grabbed Okekeâs wrist with his good hand. âIt is okay; just tell me what it is that brought you here. I donât want to be alone, because I donât know what Oriaku has planned next for me.â If Anosike wasnât in so much pain, Okeke wouldâve guffawed at his last statement pertaining to his wife. The whole land knew about Oriakuâs goodness. She was a virtuous woman both in words and in deeds. âI was coming back from tapping fresh palm wine when I bumped into some Chiefs. They were talking about the slave that you bought. I want her back.â Anosike laughed, âYou were eavesdropping againâŚwhy do you suddenly have interest in the slave girl? I remember that I had given the slave girl to Chinedum as payment for the debt you couldnât pay. You have no right to ask for her.â Okeke nodded in agreement, âBut I never asked you to clear my debt. I was saving up enough cowries to do that. You only took the debt on your shoulder because you were afraid that I will expose you. It was a bribe. Give me the slave and I will pay you for it. I will clear the debt that I owe Chinedum as well.â Anosike found Okekeâs suggestion very ridiculous. He knew that Adaora was extremely beautiful, but he wasnât attracted to her. He also knew that Okeke wasnât easily drawn to very beautiful women. What was this about? âHave you heard of her great beauty? Is that why you want to buy her?â Okeke chuckled, âYou know the kind of man that I am. I heard Ichie Okwute talking about a new wife for the King. They were teasing Ikemba because he thought he could keep secrets from them. Unknown to the king, the Oracle had secretly met with the Kingmakers and had told them about a Slave of the house of Chinedum Aguchi. She was named as the next Queen.â Anosike couldnât believe his ears. He had a feeling that Okeke was drunk. âSo you want her to be your slave so that you will become the Kingâs In-law?â âExactly! Even in the sickbed you are still mentally sound,â Okeke nodded. Anosike laughed, âWell, I cannot believe that a grown man would leave his manly duties and carry gossip. I do not believe you. From the beginning, slave and free-born werenât allowed to mix. How dare you insult Ikemba by naming a slave as the new Queen?â Okeke was infuriated that his friend didnât believe him. âI must take my leave now. It seems you think I am lying.â TO BE CONTINUED Posted by: Miss Ifeoluwa« on: December 05, 2019, 02:47:23 AM »"Adaora" Season 1 Episode 14 Since her abduction, Adaora had vowed never to involve herself in religious matters. She believed in the existence of the gods because she had seen their manifestations. But she could never align with them. As she stepped outside, Adaora felt a cold chill running down her back. The little hairs that sprouted on her nape stood erect as her eyes fell on the silvery glow upon the Udara tree. Tears stung her eyes as she noticed a figure dressed in white. The figureâs head was wrapped in a silvery crown. Her eyes blazed like a river of sunlight. Her face was neutral. She was neither happy nor sad, she just stood staring at the slave girl; the one whom she had been waiting for⌠And Adaora recognized her at once. âYou! Go away!â Adaora fell to her knees as she reached the Udara tree. The moon goddess had manifested herself on such a windy night. The deity had come to her in human form. While her mother had been alive, it had usually appeared as a cobra with six heads. The goddess didnât flinch. She stared quietly at the weeping human. âYou must have a lot of questions for me, but this isnât the time. Mortals do not have the right to question the ways of the gods. The gods are wiser and more powerful. They dwell in the past and in the future. Time means nothing to them.â Adaora was weak from sobbing. The presence of the moon deity was strong. She was the source of light, the source of life and the source of power. âMy mother worshipped you and served you with all of my life, but you did nothing to save herâŚâ Adaoraâs back vibrated as she sobbed. âYes, your mother was my child and this is the reason that I have come to save you. Your bloodline is known for the curse of short days upon the earth. Your motherâs spirit called out to me when she died. She knew about the curse and she prayed for me to break it. That was her last speech before she died. The only way to end the curse is for you to find him.â The goddessâ words seemed to dissolve into the air once she spoke them. She spoke very fast and it was difficult for Adaora to catch some words. âWho is the man that I see in my dreams all the time?â Adaora asked. âHe is a man of the people. He is upright in words and in deeds. He is called the Sun. Find him, for he is your destiny!â The wind began to scream, howling and throwing everything that was on its path. Before she could ask the goddess another question, the deity was swept away by a violent whirlwind and towards the heavens. A rain of stars trailed behind her, until she arrived at her palace in the sky. Adaora was greatly confused. She grabbed the lamp and scurried back to her room. The King had found it difficult to sleep. He had pondered on Oriakuâs words all night. He found it hard to accept the truth that Anyanwa really existed. He had heard stories about the mystical land. The people were born of magic. They earned their powers from the moon goddess, Ituru. As he moved towards his throne, Ikembaâs heart was heavy. Why would the gods put him through such a great test? If only they had granted him just one son, he would sleep properly at night, knowing that the throne was safe. The Kingâs countenance was solemn and gloomy. On days like this, the servants and guards knew better than to piss him off. His body was covered with a special garment; the skin of many leopards had been sewn together to make a fine garment for the King. He was a great man. He alone, was befitting of such regal apparel. As Ikemba strolled towards the meeting room, the Chiefs who had been waiting for him all rose to their feet. They bowed their heads in majesty and awe of their King. âLong Live the King,â they chorused. Ikemba didnât answer. He raised his staff in response to the greeting and settled on his throne. âMy King doesnât look happy today. Is something wrong?â The first Chief asked. Ikemba sighed, âIf you were a man in my position and plagued with great burdens, you will not find joy always. Even the rich and powerful have fears.â The Chiefs murmured amongst themselves. âI called for this meeting because I had something important to share. Last night, I had a very uncommon dream. I believe that my eyes have seen Ituru. I believe the words of the oracle. I think I may have found the woman that would give me the son that I have always wished for.â The men âin-council all rose to their feet and bowed their heads. They were simply overjoyed by this great news. If the King had found the woman from the prophecy, then everything was settled. âWho is she?â One of the Chiefs asked. The King was a wise man, and he was careful with the way he disseminated information. âSoon, you shall see her,â he replied. He would send for Anosikeâs wife later in the day. Oriaku would lead him to the slave girl, and he would take her to be his wife. âDonât you think you should show the woman to us? The oracle is supposed to see her as well. We must guide you to make the right decision.â The eldest chief spoke. The King chuckled, âI am your King. I make no mistakes. You are only eager to hear if it is one of your daughters. When the time is ripe, you shall see her.â He couldnât wait to set his eyes on the woman that would change his destiny. TO BE CONTINUED Posted by: Miss Ifeoluwa« on: December 05, 2019, 02:44:25 AM »"Adaora" Season 1 Episode 13 As he spoke, the words cut deep into her flesh. Bile rose in her throat, but she clamped it down. She felt like slapping the weakling of a man that she had married. The throne was for the taking. The King had failed in reproducing; this meant that he had failed in every other thing. Sweat trickled down the side of her face. How could he be this insensitive to her dreams? âWhy would you be throwing your birthright away? I know that you are a good man. You are afraid of your cousin but I can help you. I know some Chiefs that are approachable. We will bribe them and buy their hearts. You cannot let this go!â For the first time in a long while, he was angry with her. His eyes flamed like fire. Anger coursed through him. Chinedum grabbed his machete and the lamp. âDonât you ever tell me what to do! I married you into my house. I warn you!â Without hesitation, Chinedum marched to his bedroom leaving her in utter darkness as the moonshine was beginning to fade. Obiajulu scorned at him, âfoolish man. I curse the day I married you. If Anosike was my husband, all my dreams would have hatched.â She pulled in a deep breath and wondered what she would do next. Before now, Obiajulu had heard of stories where the Kingmakers and the oracle were being bribed with cowries and Kolanuts. If she could find a way to convince Anosike about this, she would get rid of Chinedum and be with Anosike who would become King. It wasnât going to be easy, but she was determined to sit on the throne. Once morning came, she would find a way to meet with her lover. They had something new to discuss. Adaora had found it difficult to sleep. Since the night of her abduction, she had been plagued by strange dreams. Sometimes, she had visions of the slave traders that had raided her village. Other times, she would see dreams of her mother warning her to be careful in the land that she found herself, for many enemies would arise against her. âWhen will this torment be over?â Adaora whispered and closed her eyes. Her naked back was on the mat that she had been provided with. She was no longer in the goat barn that her mistress had forced her to sleep in. Chinedum had provided her with her own hut. It was just beside that of his children. She opened her eyes again. Adaora wondered when her mistress would return. From her observations, Obiajulu wasnât a lover of house chores. Her kitchen had been terribly scattered and she had left a lot of eating calabashes and gourds unwashed. She really needed a slave! Adaoraâs mind roamed back to the strange sight that she had beheld the other day. She had noticed some silver fruits glowing upon the udara tree. What did all these mean? Soon, her weak body gave in to sleep and she curled underneath the wrapper which her master had given to her. Her mindâs eye was immediately open and she found herself standing upon a hill. She had been to this place before in her dream. The surrounding field was covered with colorful flowers. Everything was beautiful in this place. Adaora noticed that she was adorned like a queen. Her apparel was pristine, and she had a beaded crown upon her head. âThis is so beautiful,â her lips moved in admiration. Her wrists were adorned with golden bangles and bracelets. She had never seen this kind of regalia in reality. What did these mean? Suddenly, she felt her leg slip from the rock. It was a slippery rock and she found herself falling. Just in time, two powerful hands appeared from nowhere and collected her. When she looked up, she was lost in his eyes. âYou?â Adaoraâs eyes grew wide in surprise. This man was haunting her dreams. âI should be saying the same to you,â he replied. âWho are you and what do you want?â Adaora asked. At first, he didnât want to answer or so she thought. She noticed that his eyes were roaming the flower fields in wonder. Or was he worried that people were watching them? âThe sun God and the Moon Goddess sanction our union. We are destined to be together. You are the only one that can break my curse. And I am the only one that can break yours. You are the moon and I, the sun.â Adaora wriggled out of his arms in confusion. âWhat curse are you talking about? I have never been cursed. I am a child of Anyanwu and Ituru. I was blessed by my mother, the mood goddess priestess from birth. Why then do you speak of a curse?â The man remained quiet. âSpeak to me!â Adaora placed her slender hands on his naked chest. âIf you do not find me and marry me, like the mood fades when the sun is about to grace the sky, so shall your days be short on earth.â Adaora was about to ask more questions when the powerful whistle of the wind woke her from sleep. Sweat pelted from her forehead. Adaora peeled her body from the mat and rose to her feet. This was the strangest of all the dreams that she had. âI keep seeing him in my dreams, who could he be?â She placed a shaky hand against her chest. But there was no one to answer her question. She was alone in this and she needed to find her answers. Adaoraâs heart was heavy. When her mother had served the gods, she had always followed her around. Adaora had learned a few things from her mother. She had learned how to collect the proper leaves from the forest. She knew the leaves that could heal, kill, destroy pregnancy and make one go blind. Adaora knew how to contact the great goddess of the moon, the deity that her people chiefly worshipped. It was the moon that gave them all the magical powers they had possessed. But her mysteriousness and her so called all powerful nature couldnât save them from the invaders. âI am not cursed. Even if I am, I will never bend to your will.â Adaora grabbed the lamp in her room and rose to her feet. If the moon goddess was that powerful, why couldnât she save her mother and the other villagers from the slave traders? TO BE CONTINUED Posted by: Miss Ifeoluwa« on: December 05, 2019, 02:40:49 AM »"Adaora" Season 1 Episode 12 She marched towards the hut with gingerly steps. She moved like one who was about to steal something in the middle of the night and under the glare of the full moon. Obiajuluâs heart raced with delightful guilt. She smelt of anotherâs manâs sweat. She also smelt of sin. Chinedum would want to know where she had gone to. Well, she had concocted a perfectly; one that he could never argue against. She was certain of her husbandâs love, and no one could replace her. She had to find a way to convince him to snatch the throne from Ikemba. Once this was done, she would find a way to make Anosike the King that he truly was. Chinedum had been waiting outside after his dinner. He had found it difficult to go to be without his wife. His eyes were on the stars. He watched as each did a majestic dance in the sky. The moon wasnât shy tonight. Her light poured down on Ezeudo and his eyes fed from her beauty. It was on bright nights like this that men pondered on deeper things. Chinedum was considering the words of Obiajulu before she had left the house. Obiajulu was right about the throne. He deserved it. He was a worthy son of the soil. The throne was his birthright, especially now that Ikemba couldnât impregnate a woman. âI have a son and a daughter, perhaps the gods had blessed me for a time like this,â he murmured. Before taking a decision, Chinedum did a mental check of all his memories. Ikemba was a good man and had always been nice to Chinedum. When his parents had died, leaving him an orphan, the Kingâs mother, Ezinne had taken him in. Ikemba had treated him like a brother. Ezinne had raised him like her own son. Ikemba wasnât perfect. He was a man of violent temper, but he had the heart of a child. Chinedum didnât find any fault in him, so he decided to go against Obiajuluâs wishes. âAll my life, the King and his family have been faithful to me. I cannot take the throne unless the gods will it so. Ikemba is the chosen one and his reign would be blissful to the end.â Chinedum whispered the words of prayer as he stared into the face of the moon. Obiajulu wasnât going to be pleased, but he didnât care. Some things were bigger than mortals. If they tried to meddle into the politics of Ezeudo, the gods would become angry. His eyes were still on the silvery ball that lived permanently in the night sky when he heard a sound. The hunter spirit in him awoke immediately, and he grabbed his lamp. It was the sound of rustling leaves. âWho is there?â Chinedum barked into the night as he noticed a movement. There wasnât any answer. Quickly, the man grabbed the machete that lay next to him and rose to his feet. He was a courageous man indeed. He could kill to protect his household. âIt is I, Obiajulu, the wife of your youth,â she announced her entrance. Only then did Chinedum release the breath that he held. He was greatly relieved to hear her voice. âYou scared me. Where have you been all day? The children missed you. I couldnât sleep knowing you were still out there.â Obiajulu grabbed the bushy sides of his face between her tender palms. And with her seductive smile, she melted his heart. âI am sorry my husband. I should have told you about my little journey to Ogboagu. I didnât mean to startle you or get you worried. I had gone to pluck some vegetables from the farm, when a good woman sent word from Ogboagu. My aunt is very ill and I had to go see her,â she explained. Chinedum wasnât upset at all. He knew about Obiajuluâs barren aunt, Ifeyinwa. The woman loved his wife like her own child. They had a bond. He understood why Obiajulu had to travel to the neighboring village at such a short notice. âYou did well, my jewel. How is she now?â Chinedum asked. âShe has a fever, but she would be better by dawn,â she answered. He was pleased by her show of kindness. He only wished that she showed the slave girl same. âHow are the children? Did they have anything to eat?â She released his face and decided to take rest on the stool next to hisâ. Her whole body ached from Anosikeâs gruff lovemaking. She relished every bit of it. She couldnât wait to meet with her lover next time. Chinedum dropped the lamp and the machete on the ground before joining her on his chair. âYes, Adaora prepared a delicious meal of yam. Would you like to have some?â Obiajulu declined, it seemed having a slave wasnât such a bad idea after all. âShe did well.â âYes, she did. You must be nicer to her. My Spirit likes her, so does our children.â Obiajulu would have been upset by his words, but for the burden that weighed on her mind. She was obsessed with royalty. All she ever dreamt of was becoming a queen and thatâs the reason she had married Chinedum in the first place. She had thought that he would be the crowned prince, but her dreams were shattered when the oracle of the gods chose his cousin, Ikemba. âI will be nicer to her if she does what is right,â she whispered. The couple fell into a comfortable silence. The wind spiraled around them, raising a little dust. The mighty Udara tree swayed from side to side. These two were oblivious to the shiny bulbs that grew on the tree. Their spiritual eyes werenât open to see the goddess of the moon leaning on the tree. She had come to see her own, and prepare her for the journey that was ahead. âIt is going to rain.â Obiajulu finally broke the silence but her husband didnât offer a retort. When Chinedum was done calculating the consequences of not fighting for the throne, he cleared his throat; in a manner that silenced his wife, for she sensed that her husband was about to say something important. He inhaled a deep breath and glared at her face. Obiajuluâs dark beauty was the same at night. The darkness couldnât overshadow her loveliness. âThereâs something I want us to discuss. You may not like it, but as your husband and head of this house, my decision is final.â Obiajulu ran her wet tongue over her lips. She wondered what it was that sat on her husbandâs mind. She said nothing. She waited. âI have no interest in becoming King. Ikemba is blessed by the gods. He is a man of the people. The King may not have an heir, but the dwellers of Ezeudo are prepared to be under his rule for a very long time. When I had nothing, my cousin was there for me. He loved me and treated me like his brother. I would not let greed and ambition get into the way of our relationship. I will not be the first to betray a King.â TO BE CONTINUED Posted by: Miss Ifeoluwa« on: December 05, 2019, 02:37:37 AM »"Adaora" Season 1 Episode 11 She couldnât help but moan out loud her pleasure as he sucked her boobs which were fully engorged with blood. The heat from this passion melted every resolve in her, and she welcomed the moisture that pelted from the sacred fountain between her legs. Anosike relished every bit of the pleasure he was offering. Her moans were his aphrodisiac. Obiajulu knew how to spur a man on, unlike his wife who would lie like a log of wood. Oriaku was a very boring woman, and he sometimes wondered what had attracted him to her. âAre you ready?â He whispered. âPleaseâŚâ she moaned as his fingers began a journey to the middle of her legs. Anosike found the golden spot where her nectar flowed from. Gently, he parted the petals of her flower, and began to caress the golden knob which was the centre of all her pleasure. She writhed and screamed. His hands had found the place that she yearned to be touched. She cried out his name to the forest. Even the crickets and night birds were stunned by such a strange sound. Anosike smiled, Obiajulu really missed him. He could swear on his life, that this woman wouldnât be able to live without him. He felt the tension of her tender laps. Soon, her pleasure ride would come to an end, but he couldnât allow that. He wanted them to mate at once. He wanted them to be complete together. So he untied the wrapper around his waist and parted her legs wider. âI love you,â he said. But she didnât respond because her senses were dulled by the intensity of the sexual delight. He drove his hard shaft into her sharply. Obiajulu gasped and spread her legs to allow him full entrance. She cried his name all through the ride. Anosike was used to the feel of her soft core. But tonight seemed very different, the pleasure he derived from her softness was greater. If he didnât know Obiajulu well, he would have accused her of making use of some magical plants to sweeten her womanhood. Unknown to them, the goddess of the moon was about to bless them with a seed. Anosike poured out the seed into her, and her womb was filled with special warmth. Obiajulu cried out his name as she found her release. âYou were amazing tonight. If I didnât know you well enough, I wouldâve accused you of using a charm on me.â Anosike broke the comfortable silence that was. She smiled and leaned closer to him. Obiajulu wished this was real. She wished Anosike was her husband in reality. âYou always make me happy. Why did we not marry each other?â A rueful smile curled her lips. Anosike moved away from her and straightened on the mat. He had asked himself the same question all over again. At first, their relationship seemed more of lust, but he discovered that he shared many things in common with her. They were highly ambitious and ruthless. And they loved each other that way. âFate, the gods,â he shrugged. âThe gods be damned. The gods are dead.â Obiajulu scoffed, but he quickly corrected her. âDonât speak disrespectfully of the gods, my darling.â She sighed, âI spoke to Oriaku today. I believe that you saw us.â âYes, what did she say?â Oriakuâs husband asked. âDid she ask you to bring that slave into my house?â Obiajulu would take a decision from the manner that he would answer the question. Obiajulu had a feeling that Oriaku knew about their affair but she wasnât sure. Anosike could read her face like a book. âI do not love Oriaku. It is you that matter to me. I had to let her bring the slave to your home else she would have exposed us!â âExpose us? How did she get to know about us?â Obiajulu snapped at him. She was irritated by weak men who couldnât take decisions on their own, and Anosike was one of such men. âYou are being angry for nothing. Oriaku is a halfwit. Just leave her to me; I know how to handle her.â He tried to sound convincing. Obiajulu chuckled, âIf you knew how to handle her, we wouldnât be having this conversation. Your wife knows about us and she is trying to ruin my marriage with that slave girl. Adaora is the most beautiful woman that I have ever seen, and no sane man will resist her if she is set to seduce him.â âI can resist her. Her beauty does not match yours,â Anosike said this proudly. âThat is not the point. My husband is a kindhearted man and that fool may want to use that against him. Do you know that he gave her some of my wrappers to wear?â Obiajulu was still pissed as she recalled seeing her clothes on Adaoraâs fair skin. Anosike was upset that he had failed her, and it was all Oriakuâs fault. âDo not be angry my Queen, I will handle Oriaku.â âYou better do, she is really getting on my nerves.â Obiajulu warned. The lovers rose to their feet and began to dress. Anosikeâs mind was saturated with anger. He would give Oriaku the beating of her life, until she learned to mind her business. On the other hand, Obiajulu decided to ignore Adaora for now. She was more interested in convincing her husband to take the throne. She couldnât wait to become that which she had always dreamt of- a Queen. âAre you still angry with me?â Anosike pulled her into his arms. Obiajulu ignored him, âJust handle that wife of yours.â Oriaku had returned to an empty house, she wasnât surprised. She had expected her husband to meet with his lover somewhere, as they had planned. The woman was no longer bothered by Anosikeâs foolish ways. She had found something else to occupy her mind. The Queen mother had opened up to her when the King had vacated the meeting room. It was a matter of great confidentiality and she felt humbled to beg granted access to such information. The Queen had given her a job, and she was going to work on that. She was to observe Adaora for some weeks, and give a report on the overall character to the Royal family. They werenât sure if she was the woman that the oracle had spoken about, but they needed to groom her first. âI can hardly wait,â Oriaku thought to herself. When she was done pondering on all the events that had taken place in her day, she decided to take some rest. Oriakuâs eyes were half closed when she heard a violent tapping on her door. âOpen this door you fool!â Anosike grumbled. Only a foolish woman would be unaware of what was about to take place. Oriaku was no longer scared of Anosike. He could rot in the grave, for all that she cared. She had confirmed her greatest fears and she had accepted them. Anosike was no longer in love with her; he was also cheating on her with Chinedumâs wife. She knew Anosikeâs secrets and she would use them against him. Before now, Oriaku had confronted Obiajulu at her husbandâs farm. She was quite sure that Obiajulu had put Anosike up to this. Oriaku decided to ignore his raging rants. When he was tired, he would retire for the night. But Anosike wasnât tired. His lover had put him up to a task, and he had to accomplish it. He needed to regain power over Oriaku, which was the only way that he would have a smooth relationship with Obiajulu again. He cherished his darling and wouldnât let anything happen to her. âOpen this door right now or I will break it down and send you out of my house!â Anosike barked. Oriaku scoffed. At first, she had wanted to ignore him, but his yelling only increased. Sensing that Anosike had come to beat her again, Oriaku rose to her feet and carried her lamp towards the corner where she kept some sharp objects. There was a pestle among the items, so she picked it. âThis would do,â she whispered. She had sworn on her life not to endure Anosikeâs beatings any longer. If he was that brave, he should go and beat up Obiajulu. Oriaku pulled open the door without hesitation, as expected, Anosike had come with seven long canes to whip her. âMy husband, you seem very angryâŚâ she hid her weapon behind her. âYou dirty fool! What did you say to Obiajulu at the farm?â Anosike quickly shut the door and threw the canes on the ground. Oriaku smiled and shifted back, âWhose word would you rather believe, the word of your wife or mistress?â She wasnât done with her statement when she felt a hot and burning slap against her cheeks. âYou have bitten more than you can chew. You have grown wings in my house but I would clip them today!â He lowered himself and fetched a cane. But he wasnât fast enough as Oriaku had seized this opportunity to render him powerless. She inhaled a deep breath, lifted her weapon into the air and let it crash on his left shoulder. Anosike gave a loud scream. The pain was unexpected and deep. With his eyes, he witnessed the river of blood from his hands. âWhat did you do?â He staggered and fell. âI have had your beatings enough. If you knew you wouldnât love me and be faithful, then you shouldnât have married me. If you ever lay your filthy hands on me again, the whole land would know about your affair with Obiajulu!â TO BE CONTINUED Posted by: Miss Ifeoluwa« on: December 02, 2019, 02:48:19 AM »"Adaora" Season 1 Episode 10
It didnât take Adaora long to adjust to her new role as a servant. Her mistress seemed to have an aversion to house chores and home management, so she had to plan everything for herself. She had bathed the children and washed some of their clothes. But she would have to locate the stream in a few days, because the massive water pot was almost empty. Adaora had swept the entire compound, including the rooms of her master and mistress. Adaora pondered on the magical vision that she had seen earlier. She shuddered at the thought of the gods of Anyanwa finding her in Ezeudo. She almost sliced her finger along the Utazi leaves that she had been chopping for dinner. She kept the knife aside and stared at her hands. She could never heed the call of the gods, because they had abandoned the people when they were needed most. If the gods were that powerful, they would have answered her mother when the slave traders had come. âI want nothing from any of you! I want nothing at all! Stay away from me!â She pointed at the udara tree as she spoke. Tears dribbled across her cheeks. The pain of her motherâs untimely demise was still fresh. Never in her life had she imagined that she would work as a slave. But here she was, shredding leaves for the next dinner. While she was crying, Chinedum had heard her wail. He had just returned from setting night traps. He had caught a big animal and he had expected Obiajulu to welcome him with her warm hug. But there was nobody to. As he advanced towards the kitchen area, he had heard the slave girl crying and it pierced his heart. Of all things that he hated, crying was topmost. âAdaora?â He called her name for the first time. Adaoraâs spirit almost jumped out of her body when she realized that she had been crying, instead of preparing dinner. She quickly wiped her face with the end of the old wrapper that she had been given. She grabbed the knife and went back to work. âI called you,â Chinedum dropped the dead rabbit on the plantain leaf where the Utazi leaves had been kept. Adaora bowed her head, afraid to look into her masterâs eyes. âWelcome master, I am sorry that dinner isnât ready yet. I will make the fire and boil yam as soon as I can.â âI wasnât asking after dinner. Why are you crying? What happened? Did my wife hit you?â Chinedum asked calmly. Briefly, he wondered where Obiajulu was. The moon had shown her beautiful face, and his wife was nowhere to be found. Adaora was more afraid of Obiajulu than her husband. The woman was a complete devil and Adaora didnât want to do anything to step on her toes. âNot at all, I am very fine!â Adaora insisted. She couldnât drag her mistress into this mess. He knew that she was not being truthful. She wasnât ready to talk about whatever it was that bothered her. And he didnât want to press further. âWhere is my wife?â He lowered himself and fetched some Utazi leaves. âI havenât seen her since afternoon, but the children are sleeping. I have bathed them and given them evening food.â Chinedum wasnât comfortable with his development. He swallowed the bitterness of the leaves and moved towards his room. If Obiajulu didnât show up in a short moment from then, he would know that she was in trouble. But for now, he just needed to take a bath and wait for his dinner. A smile played on his lips as he thought about Adaora. The slave girl was extremely beautiful and homely. His children had warmed up to her, and that really pleased him. His only wish was for Obiajulu to treat her like a human being, and not a lesser person. Usually, the lovers always met at the dead of the night, but Anosike had changed his mind about the whole thing. He had sent a secret message to Obiajulu to meet him. Now that Oriaku knew about their affair, they needed to be more discreet. Obiajulu had noticed that her husband had given the dirty slave her new wrappers, she had been on her way to Adaoraâs hut for another round of beating, when a little boy had showed up with a basketful of bush apples. Bush apples were little reddish fruits which could only be found in the deepest forest of Ezeudo, the venue of her meeting with Anosike. At once, she abandoned her plans to beat up Adaora. Her love for Anosike was greater than all. As she walked deeper into the forest, she imagined what it would feel like to finally be the Queen of Ezeudo. Her husband wasnât an ambitious man like Anosike, but she was going to push him to overthrow his cousin. Ikemba was a barren and cursed King. There was no way that he would ever father a child. It was common knowledge that her husband was next to the throne, Chinedum had to arise and take matters into his hands. The blade of the grasses scratched her skin, leaving reddish marks which were hidden by the weakness of the moon. Obiajulu ignored the insect bites and the uncomfortable sting of some grasses. All she wanted was Anosike. She wanted to love him. She wanted to join her body with him. Her heart raced as she spotted a tall figure leaning against an oil bean tree. âMy darling!â She beamed with excitement. Anosike, whoâd been waiting for her to arrive, peeled himself lazily from the mighty tree. He had missed her all day. He couldnât wait to make love to her. At a point, he didnât expect her to show up, but she greatly surprised him. âI didnât know that you would show upâŚâ Obiajulu framed his face in her hands and whispered, âHow could I stay away from your touch? Oh, how I have missed you.â The lovers adored their faces with their hands. Their eyes were glued together. Their heartbeats matched. They were destined to be together. Anosike pulled his best friendâs wife closer to his body. He wanted Obiajulu to feel his hardness. He was going to make passionate love to her, and he wouldnât stop until she confessed that he was better than her husband. âDo you really miss me?â His voice was seductive. Obiajuluâs breath was rushed, she couldnât wait. âPlease, donât torture me tonight. I have waited enough,â she begged. Anosike smiled. With a puckish light that danced in his eyes, his hands found the knot that held her wrapper pieces in place. He pulled it backward and the fabrics fell to the ground. He swept her sleek body into his arms and carried her to a shade that he had erected for the sole purpose of their affair. He dropped Obiajuluâs naked body on the raffia mat. He allowed the moon and the stars to gaze upon her beauty. âI am lucky to have your heart and body,â he dropped a kiss on her neck. Obiajulu welcome his hard chest, which brushed past her nipple by holding his naked back with her hands. His tongue was warm at first, but the warmth vanished as he began to trace a line from her neck to the rising of her breasts. Obiajulu swallowed. Anosike was a man who loved details. He hated rushing. He completely understood her body. But tonight wasnât that night they would take things slow. âHurry, I didnât tell Chinedum about my movement,â she whispered. Obediently, his lips found the buttons on her breasts. He swallowed one swollen tip and fed hungrily like a little child. His hands caressed the flesh of her belly, the sweep of her hips and her smooth legs. TO BE CONTINUED
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