wedding that will shake the whole village Amar stepped forward her voice shaking I don’t want to marry anyone old enough to be my father 45 years is almost tries my age Madame Weber’s face darkened who asked for your opinion she turned back to amorous Father you know we don’t have much money this marriage will lessen burden on our heads her father rubbed his forehead looking troubled Amar ran to him and fell to her knees Papa please I don’t want to marry him her father SED and looked away it is for the best my daughter amar’s whole body
went cold he was not going to stop this she was going to be forced into marriage tears streamed down her face but nobody cared Madame Eber only smacked if you refuse she said I will make your life even worse than it is now Amar had never felt so helpless her faith was no longer in her hands and deep in her heart she knew her life would never be the same again Amar cried herself to sleep every night after she heard the news she begged her father she pleaded with Madame Eber but nobody listened the wedding was said to happen in 2 weeks
Madame Eber wasted no time she bought old Fabrics called The Village woman to help with cooking and spread the news everywhere she is lucky one woman whispered as they ped young for the wedding Feast marrying Mr okay is far better than staying in the hands of that wicked stepmother of her even though Mr okaa is old and poor but the young girl will at least rest for once If Only They knew the truth the day before the wedding Madame Eber walked into a very small room holding a new rapper and browse where this tomorrow she said you must look
beautiful for your new husband amarat called in the corner her face swollen from crying I don’t want to marry him Madame E’s eyes turned cold you have no choice she threw the clothes at Amara and walked out loving the door behind her Amar heard the click of the key she was a prisoner in her own home she have cried but it seems her tears cannot save her she have no choice on the wedding day the son Rose but for Amara there was no light she was forced to bait forced into the rapper and blouse and forced to sit still while Madame Eber friends
decorated her face with powder and lipstick she felt like a doll lifeless helpless The Village Square was not crowded it was meant to be the wedding of a poor man a nobody a bus driver Mr okafo arrived in a long flowing abada his belly shaking as he laughed amorous stomach Twisted he was an old man his beard was gray his hands were almost wrinkled he could be her father and now he was going to be her husband she was led to the center of the Gathering her hands trembled as she held a wooden cob of palm wine tradition demanded that she
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