“The people of Aralopon, hear ye! hear ye! Irawe will be sacrificed to the gods by 2pm this afternoon. Anyone who dares to come out at that time will face the wrath of the gods.” That was what I heard over and over again before I was smuggled like a bag of beans into the sacrificial room. Now my bones have dried off in the Irumole jungle, I don’t have to hear it again. You need to understand, I did not choose this fate. It was fate that chose me. It was my culture that could not be tamed.