The days had begun to drag by. The people couldn't run from their homes anymore and the baale knew that. He imposed a curfew that began just before sunset and in the first few days it was strictly adhered to. In those days, the evening scream was replaced by a subtle tune that was sonorously rendered.
Still there was no sign of Asake emerging from the hut.
During the selection process for the candidates for the next baba Lakoku, one of the elder's brought to the notice of the baale that the men that were missing alongside the dead virgins had been released and so they were summoned.
Bandele's tale was about the same as every other persons. He was walking his damsel when a strange wind came fiercely, knocked em out and then they were soul trapped. All they could hear was a voice. Voice of a woman wailing her daughter.
But the night Eniaje was taken, the voice ceased and a giggle was heard.
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Ariwo
Historical FictionThe sunsets with a loud shout and the death of a damsel each day. The chief priest dies. what next for this small village?
