subjection at it's peak.
Look at this evil woman, after killing her huband she expects us to live her like that, she is simply unpredictable, said Ngozi.
I wallowed in pain as they dragged me across the muddy ground with no care of my situation. In pain , i endured , not wanting to prove weak and to surrender to theiroutrageous allegations.
woman did you kill your husband, I heard chief okon say, Nnayi, you and I know very well i cannot do such a thing, this is a false accusation.
But chief Okon who was a dog looking for a spot to mark did not care whether i die or live, he always wanted to have me for a wife , so, it would not be a shock to me if he admitted to killing my husband, but as far as I am concerned i will never give in to their allegations ,no matter what.
I cried as they dragged me down the muddy streets to dump me at the dreaded Amuka evil forest the den of evil spirits for me and my little one to perish and finally they dumped me in the forest.
I managed to stand on my two feets but I found myself collapsing every now and then until i found myself infront of the ancient Amuka shrine.
I had to endure for days and finally my loved one (OLAEDO) arrived , my child and apple of my eye, the one who was going to teach the people of amuka a grievous lesson for what they did to us for my ghost had already left me and i was only flesh , for i had given up the ghost.