Mrs Okoro mouthed something to her daughter as she went in to serve palm wine to their already impatient and uncalm visitors. Her life had been too demeaning for even her enemies to wish upon her. She sat in her room,unable to go into the parlor as everyone thought her bedridden.
She rubbed her palms together, her ultimatum was to filch the life's of her husband's people as well as her daughter's, she was that demented.
She was close,close to the moment she had waited for all her life, when she'd be alone in this world, beautiful right, she thought to herself and smiled.
She confirmed that her rifle was fully loaded...
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