THEY PUSHED HER OFF A CLIFF… NOBODY WAS READY FOR WHAT CAME NEXT

sat behind Ngozi’s mother’s kitchen, shelling seeds and talking about everything and nothing.

“I heard the priestess will speak at the gathering tomorrow,” Ngozi said, inspecting her nails. “A real prophecy this time. Not just blessings.”

“She speaks every three years,” Ada replied. “It never means anything.”

“My mother says this one is different,” Chidima continue reading …