Alliya was busy with the yearly festival. The celebration that goes with it was always incredible. Sons and daughters from far and wide make out time to be present in what they described as a historic occasion.
It was a period of reunion and a time when men removed scales from their eyes to pick the women of their choice. The young unmarried women knew how to catch their attention very well. They put up seductive postures because they felt that is one way to catch the eyes of the young men seeking wives.
Madone was absent-minded. The festival of romance this year was uninteresting to him. The thought of going immediately to the City seems to be hunting him.
He started looking out for Suss.
The memories of how he made love to her still linger. He tries so hard to fight the unholy spirit of incest every time he set his eyes on her, but the harder he tries the more difficult it becomes. He had carefully developed an attitude to avoid more contact with her, especially eye contact.
The crowd at the festival ground was so many and made it quite difficult for him to get a glimpse at Suss.
Suddenly, a thought ran across his mind. He walked in the direction where the young sexy women were seated, and as he turned his head to the left for a search, he saw her standing behind them with other sets of married women of her age group.
The girls were all standing naked and young men were standing behind them with their hands on the waist of the girls as they all dance around a large circle on the ground.
The dancing steps were so romantic to behold, and many people never want to miss this part of the festival.
What an interesting scene to behold, he thought.
The festival of romance doesn’t seem to thrill him that much these days. He was warming up gradually for the festival of virgins that was scheduled to hold in two months, he loves this festival with passion. He often dreams of it and wishes it comes soon.
The young virgins will go naked on the street in groups singing the song of cleanliness. It was more like a beauty pageant parade, but this time with no clothes on. Girls, who were careless or have lost their virginity, dare not join them or sing the song otherwise they run mad. It was a festival of pride and depicts decency on their part and was truly a festival that pulls the crowd, especially young men who want undefiled girls for wives.
Madone enjoys it a lot. He got three of his wives from the festival of virgins and he often boasts that he was the first man to know his wives. He hopes to take two more wives from the upcoming festival of virgins if his plan on acquiring Mike’s properties was successful.
He walked behind the women and held unto the left hands of Suss. Suss who had been swallowed up in the event could not resist his strength. He dragged her and spoke calmly, his teeth clenched, “Suss, please follow me, we need to talk.” He held firmly to her hand.
He pulled her left hand so strongly that Suss could feel his firm grip squeezing her flesh, “take it easy Madone you are hurting me!” she screamed.
Madone looked at her, and smiled broadly, “Yes I know, that’s the only way; I can get your attention. I can see you have suddenly become the queen of the festival of romance.” He glared at her.
Suss frowned, she wasn’t happy she was about to miss the all-important part of the ceremony. The part, she had been waiting for. She eyed him angrily and blustered, “you can say what you like Madone, for all I care, I’m going right back there when I free my aching arm from your painful grip!” she eyed him and looked away.
Madone was not happy with her words, and now, he was becoming impatient. He tried to look away as he spoke. Suss was putting on an offensive lustful dress revealing her breasts region. This got him all the more disgusted and wondering if she was looking for a husband aside from the one she had already.
The shape of her breasts and her well-formed nipples were all bulging out from her transparent dress, and this brought the past running fast across his mind.
He tried to control his thoughts, but the spirit of incest appears to be tormenting him mercilessly. He quickly spoke up to push the tormenting thought aside, “what has come over you, Suss? You always want to remain a kid, come on! You aren’t growing any younger. You have partaken in this festival for the past thirty years or thereabout now, and I wonder if that is never enough to kill the excitement or anxiety that goes with the festival, let’s talk about Mike’s wife.” He was furious now.
Suss wasn’t listening to Madone, but when she heard Mike’s wife, she calmed down and stared aggressively at Madone’s face, “what about her, is she dead?”
Suss was now looking at Madone with a searching eye.
“Come on, talk to me. I ask again—what about her?”
Madone placed his hands on his head, “yes I’m talking about Mike’s wife, Stephnie. I can see you are now interested. A few minutes ago you were like oh the festival. She is not dead, perhaps she got some supernatural powers she is using, but that will never scare me. I have a plan and it will work out pretty well. That remains me; didn’t you see the way I got her molested with the magical powers of Zikiziki? She became dumb, and I guess she never knew what hit her.” He smiled broadly.
Suss glanced at her brother, and laughed loudly, “So you mean you consulted Zikiziki the wizard and the son of Iroko? That’s brilliant, that was very thoughtful of you. That serves her right. She would have spoken lies to the elders and gotten away with her murderous act. Her expensive-looking friends, who came with her will by now, know she had hands in the death of Mike. She practically could not defend the accusations heaped on her, and that was certainly a clear indication that she was guilty before all, especially before her friends.” Suss spun around to see if anyone was coming, satisfied nobody was, she continued, “You know what Madone?”
Madone looked at her sister and was careful not to allow prolonged eye contact. He was lusting already, and now he was confused.
Was he confused about what to say?
Suss's dress seemed to be mesmerizing him and looked like it is driving him crazy.
The closer he is to her, the more he could see—
See her nakedness right through her transparent dress.
Why did she put this lustful dress on?
What is it because of the festival of romance?
She is certainly a romance freak, he thought. He struggled to control his eyes on her, and her dress that is almost revealing everything!
Madone noticed her eyes were still sexually piercing as ever. The thought of their romance when she was just twelve, and the terrible feeling that the baby didn’t live penetrated deeply through his heart region and accelerate his heartbeat causing palpitation within him.
He managed to give Suss a worried look, “what?” he asked unemotionally, trying hard to subdue the burning lust rising within him. He still felt something inside of him for Suss and most times wonders why he did. True they were intimate in the past, but why was the tie still there?
Why was it so strong?
The more he looks at her, the more he felt like it, like having her.
Suss looked around and then turn and fixed her eyes on his brother, “riches is sweet Madone, poverty is evil! The way those women, who came with Stephnie looked, was superb. They were exceptionally lovely. Money had transformed them wonderfully, you know what? Any monster-looking woman can suddenly become a beauty queen overnight simply because of money. Check out their rings, their necklace, and their golden chains, it made them all look sweet! That’s why people die for money whether good or bad, they don’t care, and getting it is what matters to them.” She held on to Madone's clothes, squeezing them tight, almost making Madone gasp for air. She spoke rather angrily this time to buttress her point, “we will die for money, Madone. Mike is late and his properties are ours and certainly not that woman of a witch, Stephnie, or her son Terry. She has no portion of Mike’s wealth, she must be pushed out or we wouldn’t taste the power of riches. So what do you suggest, we do?” she was anxious now.
Madone looked at her, and then bend his head down as he spoke quietly, “it appears you are a mind reader, that was exactly why I wanted us to talk about it and make plans. So we could claim our possession from that devil incarnate. I don’t care how we get Mike’s properties, what is important is that we get everything—not a pin will be left for her.” He brushed his left hand through his hair and then walked away from Suss with his back facing her.
His mind was loaded as he kept on talking, “I have selected some monster angry-looking youths, and they are ten in number and will act according to my instructions. Things will be worse for Stephnie this time around except she agrees to be my wife.” He smiled as he spun around.
Suss wasn’t sure, she heard Madone correctly, “what did you just say?” she asked, almost shouting at the top of her voice. He knew Madone was filled with lust. He has a way of staring at women to lure them to bed. He was a woman seducer, and she knew with more money in his hand, he could go wild.
Madone gave her an angry glance, and then glared at her thoughtfully, “you heard me Suss; don’t pretend you suddenly developed deaf ears.” He became confrontational but struggled to keep down his voice.
Suss was mad. she walked up and down in confusion and walked smartly and confronted Madone with her breasts dangling on her chest, “I see you have gone drunk—real drunk, you mean you want that witch for a wife after all she did to us. I mean she succeeded in separating Mike from us all these years. Think about what you just said and act smart. Don’t you think that thing of yours between your legs needs to have a break? How many women do you want to climb? Do you want to die on top of women? Come on Madone, when you take her for a wife, the properties become yours. Jeffon and I will be cut off, right?” She hissed, and then showed her displeasure with her disgusting look.
Madone shouted uncontrollably, “to hell with Jeffon, I don’t want to hear about him or talk about him. He is an imbecile. Let’s not talk about him, so where were we? I can’t possibly cut you off—” he flared.
Suss knew something terrible must have gone wrong between Jeffon and Madone. That certainly must be stupid, she thought. He needs Jeffon more than he needs his hunting gun, she thought amazed. She walked up to a tree stump and sat down quietly on it, wondering what went wrong.
She spoke out softly minutes later, “what about Jeffon? I thought we were in this together, you can’t possibly push Jeffon out like that, and you do need him, Madone!” Her tone changed, it became friendlier now.
Madone clenched his fist, as he selected his words, “I don’t need Jeffon, and don’t you dare talk as if I do, Suss. Jeffon is still a kid in the brain, and I don’t see him helping out, I see him as a traitor in disguise.” Madone allowed his memory of his meeting with Jeffon to have the better of him. He was walking around now and at the same time talking to Suss as if he was talking to himself. The thought of carrying Jeffon along was a dangerous plan as far as he was concerned, and now, the thought of leaving him behind was the only remedy to move forward.
Suss was getting more nervous. She stood up fidgeting as she drummed her fingers by her sides. But then, Madone's words were more sounds in her ears now. She stammered, “Don’t say a thing. I don’t like that, Madone. You are getting me scared already. Jeffon is not evil, and you can’t convince me otherwise. I’m perturbed you speak evil about him, do you want us to talk about it?” She looked at him in unbelief.