KAMBILI

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ly saw her fears. His head told him one thing but his soul screamed another. The weather outside was cold and dark,

em and no one was backing out till the deed was done. "Nonye, I'm not afraid. We do this now or never, you understand it?" His

th. The man neither drank nor smoked so this wasn't any external factor propell

apartment in downtown Peckham. It was a solemn ride which ordinarily

on a mat in deep medita

ere and go home and never return." The priest spoke sternly at last locking gaze with his visitor. "Baba no!" Now Nonye had to tap him. "Are you sure?" She mouthed her, eyes bulging with surprise at her husband's demeanor. He nodded his response refusing to pay her any mind. "It's now or never walahi

night began. By the time he saw trickles of blood sipping through her fingers clenched between her teeth as she cried non-stop, he went to her. She moved away from him. "Don't come close please." she protested weakly. He sighed and held her to himself till her small struggle abated. "We're rich Nonye, that's all that matters now, please understand." He cooed in an attempt to console her "We just sold our souls to the devil Uche, don't you understand?" She fired at him. Suddenly she felt him stiffen involuntarily. Hurriedly she looked up at him, knowing instinctively that something was overly wrong. "What is it?" He looked away and wouldn't meet her eyes when she demanded what the matter was. "Did you sacrifice me on that altar?! Talk to me!!!" She screamed now completely uncaring that the neighborhood would be awakened. "No! God forbid!" "Don't you dare call God into this man! What have you done, tell me before I shout down this town!" It was satisfying to see a rush of human emotion stir in her husband as he shakenly began to explain what