March Contest

Love, not race

By March 25, 2019 No Comments

“I love him!” I screamed, banging the door behind me.
It was the ninth conversation with my mum about Wale my fiance. As the Osoteada, bringing a Yoruba man meant war.
“It was another frustrating conversation” My sobs broke my words.
I was on phone with my fiance who tribe fought against.
“Love will find a way, nwanyioma” He reassured me. One could trace his Yoruba accent.
“My sister didn’t marry her Efik prince. How do I trust love to find its way?”
“Our love is the reason I hold on.” He sounded so confident I couldn’t doubt him anymore.


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