The windblown trees whistled as Akuela trudged the path through Anilisi, the sparse forest abandoned by Eguologo when the people of Animo refused to worhip him any longer. The incessant whistling was a heart-wrenching reminder of Akuela’s undying love for Odumalu, whose whistling was the signal for their occasional nightly rendezvous behind her father’s compound.

Akuela’s young eyes had only seen Abrokwa twice since birth so Okumale, her eldest brother, accompanied her. In her right hand, she carried a fowl to be sacrificed for safe passage across Enoku, the capricious river goddess, who separated the east villages from the west.

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