her name was ogma ,though in her small village people called her beauty ,she never asked for that name nor wanted attention ,but some how fit the moment she was old enough to fetch water from the streem ,thery all notice her befir she even notice herself,she was her parent only child,they weren't rich just humble farmer with tiny hut surrounded by cassava and yam ridges ,her mother Nne was the kind woman whose laughter made even a bad day fell lighter ,her father was a hard working man ,who believed silene slove everything ,life wasn't perfect but it was peaceful ,until other people's opinions started shopping her reality ,the trouble began slowly ,whenever she walk pass the village square some girls would giggle and whisper ,at first she thought it was harmless,but one afternoon whil that were all fetching water at the streem ,she heard one of the hissed see how she walk like she own the village ,just because she's pretty,she turned to look at them anna Olivia and banta ,best of friends who alway move like a pack ,withe their eye carry mix of amusements and venom ,she smiled a kwardly hoping kindness would make things better ,but it didn't ,from that day they make her their daily topic , it became normal hearing thing like beauty finegirl no be archivement oooo,do u think the Prince would marry u because of ur beauty, sometimes they mimick what so ever she does ,she ogma pretend she didn't hear anything nor care ,but when she's behind the door tears flow that even her mother NNe noticed ,my daughter (Nne say)robing her head jently ,just know that honey attract flies ,don't dim ur light just because others can't handle it Nne words was confronting but it didn't stop the pain being beauty in a small village felt like a curse ,sometime she begged her mother to let her skipped market days to avoid embrassement ,Nne agreed thinking rest would help .to be continued