My sister whom I hadn't seen,
Since she married the hunter from a neighboring village,
Before my ordeal came visiting.
She was heavy,and blessed
With that radiating glow of pregnancy.She tried her best to talk to me,
Console me,
But I was no longer the cheerful young girl she knew before leaving.
I had been robbed of life and left just a shell.
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Moyosola
Historical FictionThis is a story of a young love so moving,so endearing and the aftermath of it.