“Aduloge, I salute you,” Nwalibe greeted as he entered the High Priest’s hut.

“Eeeh,” Aduloge replied nervously, knowing very well the purpose of this visit.

“Is your family well?”

“They are,” Aduloge replied curtly.

“And our daughter?”

“The side of a drum is not beaten when it has a surface. Get straight to the point Nwalibe.”

“It is the cock that crows at dawn, but the hen also knows it’s morning.”

“How can you possibly know the pain I’m in? I am in the fire, and I know how it burns.”

“Even in the desert, there is an oasis.”


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