"ohh my dear, I know you are waiting for the right one but you know you are not getting any younger" said Mame to her only daughter Ewurama. Ewurama is considered as a goddess due to her beauty that has charmed almost all the men in their village
There is not a single day a man haven't brought goods and accessories to ask for the hands of Ewurama . Ewurama's eyes was as sharp and deep like a glazing fire and her curly hair fell gracefully on her shoulders.
One sunny afternoon where young men were on hunt and sea while their wives and unmarried young women were at home and their farms preparing food and doing house chores . Mame called out for Ewurama who was busily scrubbing their burnt cooking pot "yes Mame! I'm coming" . she wiped her hands with the edge of her cloth wrapped around her waist and run to her mother's hut "I'm here Mame" she said breathing heavily as her eyes fell on a neatly packed cloths and kenta with jewelries and gold coins "what are these Mama who brought them " asked Ewurama "well my daughter this young man here brought them for your hand in marriage and he is not from here, he came from the city, Cape he is the translator for the men who came from the west side of the world" said Mame . " oh Mame not again I " but before Ewurama could finish her sentence the young man cut her off by saying " hi my name is Kwame but I am mostly called by the name Filip, I have heard a lot about you "
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