"Baba, this girl was the one that made that man jilt my daughter. His excuse was that, she willed all her property to him. And now, they have a child and my own daughter has refused to get married. Baba please what are we doing about this?" An agitated woman dressed in a yellow coloured brocade gown laments looking up to the old man dressed in a white turned brown lace and sitted on a tattered local mat in a room furnished with low stools, another local mat, animal skins displayed on the wall, a million cowries scattered in different directions and a segregated blood stained area of the room where in a red wrapper is tied.