"Yes," she responded as her eyes lit up with a shy smile. "He asked me to marry him when I became 12 with the most beautiful gold ring I have seen in my whole life. It happened beside a beautiful waterfall, the rushing sound of the falling waters, the cold breeze that washed over us occasionally, the cold water on our feet, birds singing from the ancient tree surrounding the waterfall, he was dressed like a Yoruba Prince and I dressed like a Queen. I accepted, there was no way I could turn all that down.
After the marriage, I basically lack nothing and so did my family but he was possessive and overprotective. One time while in secondary school, a teacher flogged me and inflicted injuries all over my body. Mad with the teacher, I fell asleep and in my dream, my spirit Prince promised to deal with him. The very next day he came down with a terrible sickness that could not be cured.
