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Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 10

Monifa began, ā€œI donā€™t remember much of my childhood. My earliest memory is a scene of my mother with her legs spread like an eagle, clutching the back of a man ramming into her. You see, I didnā€™t understand what was going on at that time. I was just a little girl. All I knew was that every night, a man would come into our hut and my mother would get in that same position with her legs spread out like an eagle and the man would move awkwardly on top of her. At the end, they would offer her jewelleries, clothes, foods and at times drinks

. Back then I thought it was a funny sight and I often laughed. I was even proud because I believed my mother was a popular person with the number of visitors we had every night. You should have seen my face when the other children mocked me and revealed that my mother was a prostitute. Little as I was, I didnā€™t know what that meant but they didnā€™t fail to explain it to me. From that day, I lost all respect for my mother. The woman I held in such high esteem. The woman I so desperately wanted to be like was nothing but a prostitute. As time went on, I couldnā€™t cope with the mockery and the scornful stares the other villagers casted at us whenever we walked outside. Eventually, a handsome merchant visited our village and I ran away with him believing I could build myself a better life than that of my disgraced mother

. That thought perished when this lover of mine tried to sell me off but thankfully they were mobbed at the exchange and this crew took me in as one of their own instead let me starve to death on an unknown land. It took me fifteen years later to realize that life is nothing but a journey filled with struggles. To provide for me, my mother threw away her dignity and pride just to feed my mouth. I didnā€™t understand any of it then but now I look at myself`. I am a bandit, arenā€™t I? Why am I one? I do it to survive. For some reason, my mother chose to be a harlot. Perhaps she had no talent or skills and thought that was her last resort. The fact remains that she did it, even with the disgrace and humiliation, she did it for meā€.

Sewa strode to Monifa and pulled her in an embrace, ā€œIā€™m so sorryā€. Monifa sniffed and fought back tears, wrapping her arms around Sewa.

Monifa broke out a smile, ā€œWell, thatā€™s me. Your turnā€¦ā€ she trailed off as she stared overhead to see smoke rising into the sky.

Sewa turned and her eyes widened as she spotted the black smoke in the air, ā€œItā€™s coming from the other end of the village. The royal troops are hereā€.

Monifa and Sewa rushed out of the water, grabbing their clothes on the riverbank. ā€œWe have to call for the othersā€, Monifa said.

ā€œGo, meet me thereā€, Sewa said as she climbed her horse.

ā€œAre you crazy? There should be like a score of warriors there. You canā€™t just rush there without helpā€

Sewa flashed Monifa a grin, ā€œA score? Hmm, you will see why they call me wolverineā€. She kicked her horse as it dashed to the direction of the smoke.

As she rode forward, petrified villagers ran past her screaming for help. On spotting the first warrior, she pulled an arrow against her bowstring and aimed for his leg as she remembered Adewoleā€™s words to only incapacitate them. She released the arrow, bringing him to his knees and slammed her bow into his face. She jumped off from her horseback and raced towards the burning huts. Clocking eyes with the first warrior that saw her coming, she went low dodging his wild swing as he aimed for her neck. She propelled herself back up, driving a blow to his chin. The man staggered back momentarily dazed, Sewa unsheathed her sword and bashed his face with the flat of her sword.

Two more warriors jumped over their unconscious comrade and plunged at her. Dodging their blows with the grace of a cat, she drove her sword through the thigh of the first warrior and hammered the pommel of her sword in the face of the second warrior. A warrior ran towards her and stopped when he saw his fallen comrades whining in pain. He clenched his teeth and charged with a loud cry. Sewaā€™s hand moved like a snake as she threw a dagger at his shoulder.

Read ” The Thorny Path ” by the same author ( Obinna Tony )

. The man immediately sidestepped to his right, dodging the flying dagger and his smiling face swelled with pride. His smile turned inverted when Sewa also sidestepped to her left. Upon discovering the dagger was only a decoy, he couldnā€™t react in time as Sewa swung her sword across his chest.

As Sewa looked down at the man in triumph, an arrow whizzed past her, barely an inch from her face. Sewa looked up in shock from whence the arrow came and saw a masked man standing on a hut with a bow in his hand. She squeezed her face in anger and aimed her own arrow at the masked man. A warrior yelled from her left with a spear in hands as he charged towards her. In one fluid motion, Sewa redirected the arrow at the warrior and discharged the arrow to his crotch. The man squealed with his hand in between his legs as he stumbled to the ground.

Sewa looked up to face the masked man again, with a new arrow in her hand. To her surprise, the masked man was no more to be found. Behind her, she heard her comrades charging on her horses. She smirked and set out to dispatch the next unfortunate warrior.


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