The sun sat behind the mountains.
The path to the stream was the same every morning; women with swaying hips,
some with suckling infants.
Today beautiful Enyonam is to be married.
During the preparations she was anxious to see Korku; her childhood friend.
We all thought they would make a beautiful family someday.
Fathers were under the trees, drinking palm wine and playing draughts.
It was noon.
The betrothed had not come.
In a flash, there was a scream. A rope hung out a window, bobbing left and right, dancing to the rhythm of a jerking weight.
By the gods!