Chinwe’s face glittered with an uncertain smile as her lazy gaze fell upon the food sitting on the tray basket. The time was ripe and she knew from the depths of her heart that her efforts would yield a good fruit today. Reverberation from the beat of her heart, was audible in her ear drum, making her palms to weep sweat. The qualms within still blazed, but she tried to drown it with the solace of the sorcerer words. She had waited so long for this. So far everything was working together for good, in the perfect order, just as the sorcerer had predicted. He is venerable today; weak, and will be at my mercy soon. She was determined to direct his path. She won’t wait any longer; men are wood-headed, always blind to see the gold on the miry clay, except life points at it. Anyway, malleable ma
