From that night, her treatment became worse. She no longer ate with the family. She bathed outside at the backyard tap. Goi and Chinier mocked her openly.
Then one afternoon, a stranger came into the compound.
He wore dusty clothes, leaned on a walking stick, and looked like a poor, tired beggar. His hat was pulled low, and he seemed to limp as he walked. He spoke quietly to Uncle Ozu Amina, and to Adama’s shock, her uncle’s face lit up.Romantic getaway packages
“You want to marry her?” Uncle asked in disbelief.
The stranger nodded. “I have enough for someone humble.”
That same night, Uncle Ozu Amina called a meeting.
“We have found a husband for you,” he announced.
Adama stared at him. “Who is he?”
“You don’t need to ask questions,” Aunt Neca snapped. “He will take you as you are. No bride price, no stress. Just carry your cursed beauty and leave.”
“The wedding is in two weeks,” her uncle said.
