“Mother Enoku, please grant as safe passage. And if either of us or our relative has sinned, don’t hold it against us…”

The boatman jiggled the fare of two cowries before setting out. Akuela asked Okumale why they were on this journey. Before he could answer, the river became tempestuous. Fickle Enoku was at it again.

They saw the log too late. It smashed into the boat, capsizing it immediately and hitting Akuela on the head. She resurfaced, gulping for air and beating the water frantically. When she submerged again, there was a flickering of bright light followed by darkness.

[100 words]

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