The fufu and palmnut soup had tasted like ashes in his mouth. The moon shone exceptionally brightly, a time when children sat in the compound to tell Anansesem. Through the window, he could hear Akuela’s distinctly melodious voice singing an mmoguo in the middle of her story.

Aduloge tossed and turned as he listened to the song. It was about lion, who had caught hyena stealing from his barn and was deciding whether to spare his life.

Can Eguologo’s mind be changed? Of course not! Aduloge now knew how the other parents felt when their daughters were chosen for sacrifice.

[100 words]

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