NOW the group agreed like they’d got no issue with the whole thing. Like they were on the same page.
But no, they’d got other plans. And that Plan B was the real trouble.
Already, Joshua was the head of Morrow’s household, and nobody could force him against his own will.
But Bepo wasn’t anybody. The widowed one mattered.
Yes, the fierce beauty had got the whole womenfolk behind her. Sassy ladies from town and everywhere.
She’d got friends in town and the village, and they were there for her cause that day.
The households were seated, too.
Truly, Bepo had been faithful with her husband through their married years. But she felt the space he’d filled when he died.
Now she wouldn’t mind having this elite man here. Or no, she even dared to.
Well, Bepo had admired Joshua since she joined their great household.
She’d watched him go through school, and knew nothing about that life.
Jo was tall, dark and handsome. He was every girl’s talk playing out of earshot.
He was fantasy quite so far up in the skies for Bepo. And here he was, grieving her dead.
So, Bepo did her homework to bring up a lost tradition...
But Banji was the civil type who lived in far future. He turned her down with her army and all.
He never even blinked.
‘Mother was still fit when Dad passed,’ he shot on. ‘Should we have handed her onto Oji, or Daleka... Papa’s brothers?
‘Where did you put traditions that time?!
‘Now we are Christians. So please make effort at reasonability! At least, try!
‘Now I will only take care of Dekomi’s kids. You have my word!’
A low rumble followed that stand and the whole talk seemed to have closed.
But then some seated ones spoke and their words caused a new destiny.
They declared: ‘You shall take care of the kids then. You shall really do that!’
And this was the curse that twisted Joshua’s course through life. For a time.
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