LARABA

PRELUDE

‘Why am I not enough?’ Olamilekan asked Laraba.

‘Why can’t my love melt your stone cold heart?’

‘Laraba mi, mo de ni ife re’

‘Ka ni pe o le la okan mi wo’

‘Wa ri pe mi o tan e je’

‘Laraba’

‘Please’

‘What can I do to make you love me back?’

All his entreaties fell on deaf ears for Laraba’s heart was dead.

Her eyes were lifeless

Love had been snuffed out of her

Eons ago…

Laraba was convinced that she is not of this world and she has proof. Lekan was

just one of the many men who have fallen on their knees and begged for her love.

Men!! How pathetic they were! The whole lot of them. In situations like this, she

feels emboldened and empowered. She loves to see men fall on their knees,

begging and grovelling with tears streaming down their faces and thick mucus

running out of their nostrils.

She had joined the Lady with the dragon heart two years ago and since then she

had not being the same. Yes she wanted nothing and lived in the laps of luxury

but then she sees herself becoming. Becoming more inhuman as the sun set and

rose ushering in a new day. There was this coldness in her heart. She had become so dragon hearted that it scared he out of her wits but she held on reminding

herself that she made the right decision and she was more powerful than ever.

In her Dragon state, her voice sounded like the roar of many waters. Dragon

mother had told her that she was next in line to the throne. She said she had

something, something that empowered them all. She hadn't understood then,

she didn't understand now.

What brought Laraba to this point? A place where she sold herself over to the evil

one?