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The sun stood adjacent the village square; making the atmosphere unbearably hot.
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But it didn’t hinder the preparation for the massive celebration. The women tied wrapper over their breast with water pots on their heads as they moved from the stream to the village square and the young men fetched heaps of firewood for their mothers. While the older men sat under the mother tree in the village square with the Prince in their middle, eating kola and gisting about the days event.
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Nnodi stood before a giant mirror with her waist adorned with different colors of beads bringing out it’s round shape, her feet, wrist and neck was not left out. The lace material she was wearing was imported from the town just yesterday. Nneka the village beautician had done justice to her face, but she couldn’t fix her fallen countenance.
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Tears rolled down her cheeks as she took a final look at where has been home for her since she could remember. Memories tugged at her. She was not sure she could leave, she never wanted to leave Nnamdi and be joined to the Prince but he has chosen her.
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How she wished that the gods would release lightning and thunder to scatter today’s occasion.
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In no time, the ceremony began. Wine poured into cups, pounded yam and egusi soup was found in every hand, the music blared even into distant villages. Soon it was time for the maidens to dance forth with the bride. As they began dancing, moving their waist melodically to the beat of the music, people began to clap and shout.
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“Gboom!” Gunshots raided the air
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The music stopped abruptly, people ran Helter skelter. The village guards chased after the Intruders but it was late. The Prince’s bride has been stolen, stolen by her lover.
It seemed the gods answered her prayers.

Chidimma Okechukwu is the founder of Chidimma faith writes-CF writes.She is a young motivational and inspirational writer and a student of UNIZIK Anambra state.

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