By Joshua Omenga, Donald Pen Prince
When Yazidu got to the Royal Compound, no one asked him his mission. The women and maids and children knew that nothing else would bring him to the Compound except Nafisa. So they went to call her out even before he asked them. She jumped to his arms and he gently lowered her down to palliate the prying and inquisitive eyes of the elderly women who were perpetually on the lookout for breakers of tradition.
They took the familiar path to the Royal Stream. She looked up at his face and smiled like a contented bride. To her utmost wonderment, there was no smile on his face. His brows were creased as if he had been long in the sun. When he opened his mouth to talk but closed it without talking, Nafisa knew at once that he had come with some bad tidings…
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