Binta Leila's behaviour had baffled me. If she was as proud as Adam said she was, then she was surely up to something. I was very uncomfortable with her stay in the first place, but I had no power there. It was up to the Sarki to send them packing. I made it a point of duty to make sure that happened. When the Sarki told me what happened to our development plans, I was despondent. I wondered how people could willingly choose to remain in the dark with so much light shining around them. Every state in our country, Lafiya, was developed except for our island, Rayuwa. Lafiya consisted of four states, with Duniya as the Capital. Fili state, Ruwa state, Daji State, and Gona state. Rayuwa Island and Duniya City were in Daji state. Unlike the other states that had governors, Daji state had a Sarki, the Sarki of Rayuwa ruled and governed Daji State, and he was the most powerful and influential of all the rulers in Lafiya. Our status in comparison to the other towns in our state baffled me.
Adam I knew Binta was right about Leila and her cousin's stay in the Palace. The fact that Zuwaira had been asking questions about Binta made me upset. Since they were somehow my father's guests, not mine, I could not simply ask them to leave. I also knew my father would act faster if I had the proof. I had sent a guard to investigate Binta's claims. Once he returned, I would talk to my father. "Adam, good afternoon." I knew whose voice that was, and since I wasn't in the Palace, I knew there was a possibility Leila had been stalking me. "Good afternoon, Leila," I replied with indifference. The girl needed to get the message that I was no longer interested in her. "Haba," she started, "I thought we had agreed to be friends." She said and slowly walked close to me. I stepped back immediately. "Keep your distance Leila, and we agreed to no such thing. If you do not stop following me, I will order the guards to help you maintain your distance. And I do not want to see you or your co
Leila There was a hard and loud pounding on my door, and I was mad. I opened it out of anger, and to my surprise, I saw armed palace guards. "Miss Leila, you have been summoned by the king along with your cousin, Miss Zuwaira." A guard announced. I wondered what the whole drama was about. "Ok, let him know I'll we will be there." I was about to close the door when the guard blocked it with his hands. "We are to bring you two immediately." He said. "What!" I exclaimed, "this is an embarrassment. This is harassment. Very well then, let me tie my scarf." I left the door open for them, and Zuwaira and I prepared to follow them. Deep down, I was scared. Whatever it was, it was obviously not good because of the way the guards had come to get us. I strongly wished my father hadn't left me with these people. If he weren't too ambitious, he would have just left things alone and let me move on, but he insisted, and now I am being treated like trash. When we got to the throne room, what I
SAFIA "What do you need my heart for?" I asked the woman. She smiled. "What is it used for?" She asked me, and I knew that was my answer. "What will happen to me if I share my heart with you?" I asked. "Well, nothing apart from the fact that I will be forever connected to you. It is not a bad thing, dear; in fact, you need me now and very soon." She replied. "For the third thing, whatever it is, here are my demands," I said, and she raised her eyebrows. "I see you are learning fast. I will listen, but I will not promise you." She said. "You will tell me why I am here and what has happened to me. You will help me get out of here. You will help me retrieve my son and protect my children and me, along with their descendants, forever." "Hehe hehe he," she began to laugh, and I felt stupid. "You are so demanding. I love your spirit. You see, unfortunately, I can grant you all but one. I am a deity, not a jinn, I have my limits, and I am weak. I am sorry, child, but no one can get yo
BINTA I spent the entire day at my father's compound. Nana and Kawu were worried about my mother and Aisha's journey. I tried to calm them down and assured them that they would return. My brothers' condition had not improved, and that was a serious cause for concern. Gogo was glad to see me and asked if she could pay me a visit at the palace. They had questioned me about my upcoming wedding. They wanted to know when Adam and his family would come to ask for my hand officially. I hadn't really thought about it until they asked. It was something I was looking forward to discussing with Adam. I wasn't an orphan after all. Adam needed to ask for my hand from Kawu. When I arrived at the palace, the atmosphere was different. Most of the maidens looked like they were afraid of something. They all seemed like something had happened. I needed to know what was going on. I decided I wouldn't ask anyone; instead, I would ask Adam. "Come in," I called out. Someone had knocked on my door. I had
32 THE FORBIDDEN FOREST MAI'ALJANU "We need to search for her." Aisha kept saying, and she had begun to wear my patience thin. "We have to continue going. We do not have time to waste. The boys do not have much time left." I explained to my daughter, but she wouldn't stop requesting we search for Safia. I had to stop riding forward to speak to her. I halted the horse and turned around to face her. "Where do you think we are, child?" I asked her, and she was silent. "This is the Forbidden Forest." I clarified for her, "I warned both of you before we entered, and the stupid girl galloped away. Maybe she thought she would do better alone. Maybe she did not trust us. Whatever her reasons might have been, I guess we would have to wait to find out. She is at the mercy of the deities and the spirits now." I told her and turned back to continue on our journey. I could not wait for the journey to be over. SAFIA. Sharing my heart and soul with Kurwa did not feel strange. The only differen
LEILA I had less than two days to come up with a plan to free Zuwaira and two more days to leave this godforsaken, backward Island. I have always wondered how an Island can have so much power and influence over an entire country. It just didn't make sense. I had begun to hate Adam. He was the reason why we were in this mess. Even though he had requested that we should not be punished but sent packing, I still held on to the fact that there wouldn't have been a problem to deal with in the first place if he hadn't gotten nosey and let fate determine the rest. Instead, he had to meddle and investigate. I wondered what he saw in that dirty village girl. No matter how he tried to present her, she would always be an uneducated, unexposed literate that took advantage of a situation and dug for gold. She was nothing but a gold digger. I had to make sure I hurt them both, Binta most especially. What they did to me in Buchum village, on Rayuwa Island, will not go unpunished. ADAM The whole
BINTA "May you live long," I greeted the Sarki. I wanted to inform him of my visit to Chief Boka. The Sarki looked very tired, something he now had in common with Adam. They were both looking stressed. I knew there was something I was unaware of. "Is everything alright, your highness?" I asked the Sarki, and he sighed. "Come and sit." He ordered, and I did as I was told. "How have you been, child?" he asked me, filled with concern. "Happy." Was my response, and he gave me a weak smile. "It is a blessing not to have a care in the world. As they say, heavy is the head that wears the crown; my crown is heavy, Binta." He confessed to me. "Is it something you would like to discuss?" I asked carefully not to offend him. He paused and looked at me hesitantly, then shook his head. "Nothing to bother your pretty head about." He replied, "now tell me, why have you come to see me?" Allowing me to speak, I told him everything about my visit to Chief Boka. "I find it strange that he did no
SAFIA. Aishatu had succeeded in bringing the final and most crucial ingredient for Binta's ritual. I had warned her that Dagudu was on his way, and she had handled the matter beautifully. Although Bamali was not covenanted to us, he had shown his loyalty to our course. We couldn't allow him to get in trouble with the jinni. She still owned him. So we had to be careful. The-bond-that-binds you is usually a finger bone made from jinni cadaver. It is used to bind the holder's soul to the jinni he or she sold it to. Often the holders were clueless about it, and this is because they usually receive it in a dream, but in actual reality, it is their soul that receives it, but the experience is perceived as a dream. Bamalli was the only living being with the finger-bone, and I was glad he was on our side. The finger-bone was somehow tied to the jinni in question, so I was going to use it to gain entrance into her kingdom. Binta was laid beautifully on the floor in the middle of the compou
BAMALI. News about the sudden huge number of visitors arriving at Rayuwa baffled me. I knew what the people were, and I became scared. I had been unable to warn Safia about the jinni's ploy, and I worried that it was too late. I was a prisoner even in my home. Selling my soul had taken away my freedom. I once thought the people of Rayuwa were unfortunate prisoners; my situation made me realise that there were worse forms of thralldom than that which Rayuwa was in. At least the people of Rayuwa had the luxury of drinking the blessed water to sever their ties with the jinni. I could not drink the blessed water because it would not affect me. I had already sold my soul, and my only hope was that the jinni would be defeated. I prayed that I would one day be free. I did not know how my freedom would come. It would either be in life or death. I yearned most for life. Dagudu had successfully found a way to get close to Safia, and it made me worried. Couldn't she sense who he was? He had
ADAM My father had sent an order to the president instructing the people of Lafiya to throw out Aljanan Daji's altars from their homes and swear allegiance to the new deity. There were also instructions to bless the land. I thought my mother-in-law would be coming to bless the land herself, but I learned that it was going to rain for seven days instead, a form of cleansing. Those who were interested in serving the new deity were instructed to collect the rainwater and drink it to sever their blood ties to Aljannan Daji. The people were confused, and soon I had a crowd at my gate. People wanted answers, answers they knew they could only get from a royal. News also went around about what Laila had done at the party. It was linked to the decree by the king, and people had become scared. I knew I had to attend to the crowd of reporters outside. So I went out with the guards to address them and answer their questions. Since they couldn't all go to Rayuwa to interview my father, I was the
Laila. My mission in Duniya was heartwarming. I looked forward to doing good. With my long history of evil deeds, the mission the deity sent me on was a soul redeemer. Zuwaira and I had devised a plan to get our friends and their families to cross over. We knew it would be very difficult because the people were loyal to the old deity, and they were afraid of her too. The fear got worse when the sky turned red, and the plants began to die. The plague had worsened the situation. No one wanted to get on the deity's bad side for fear of her wrath. We had seen greater power than hers, and we were willing to fight for it. Since Adam was still sorry about what they had done to us in Rayuwa, I was able to persuade him to allow me to throw a party in the house. He didn't like the idea at first because of Binta's situation, but when I told him about what the deity had requested of us, he agreed. Watching the way everyone worked to help organise the party warmed my heart. I secretly wished t
BAMALI. Dagudu was unable to cope with the female body he occupied. The fact that the body was that of a fugitive made it worse. His magic was growing gradually. He was already more powerful than I was, and he wasn't yet at full capacity. I began to wonder what he would be capable of. He never left my side, and because of that, I was unable to communicate with Safia about the new developments. Unlike me, he had a telepathic connection with the jinni. More and more, I realised that I had sold my soul for way less. "Why did she put you in a female body?" I asked curiously. She could have as well killed two men instead of a man and a woman. I hated the sight of Dagudu, realising my daughter's body would have been his host sickened me the more. I had to be careful around him. Already the jinni had begun to withhold information from me; I didn't want to create more suspicion as that would put my life in danger. Not that my life was worth much, but I wanted to see the jinni defeated. "It
BAMALI "You betrayed me." I heard the King of jinnis say as he held his spouse by the throat. "You didn't bring me back. Why didn't you bring me back?" "I...I tried." She managed; I had never seen her so afraid. "But I had no priest. No one swore servitude to me until him." She said, pointing at me. I watched the man drop her and turn his attention towards me. His eyes were fire. I was sure the fire had burned the eyeballs of the body it occupied. Whatever was left of it was burned out, unless it was magical fire, but at the range we stood, the fire was real to me. Anyone that was afraid of Aljannan Daji would die from fear just by seeing this jinni. He had altered the body he occupied in the most hideous way. The skin was red, and steam exuded from him. He had two large black horns and one small horn in the centre of his head. He was huge, easily nine feet tall. His presence was evil and menacing. What had she unleashed upon us? While the jinni advanced toward me, I saw Aljanan Da
BAMALI. After the incident in Safia's compound, I tried to find ways to make amends. What I did most of the time was to find a way to inform the deity of Aljannan Daji's plans. Without my help, the jinni had been able to trap two unfortunate people for Dagudu's resurrection ritual. I was taken to the forbidden forest to help prepare the items for the ritual. What I did not know was that I would have to be the one to slaughter the innocent people for the ritual to work. Apparently, the jinni could kill to feed, but a human had to sacrifice life to her for the blood to have any magical effect. The coldness of the situation brought chills to my spine. The fact that the unfortunate humans were fugitives did not make me feel better at all. Knowing the situation, I was sickened that the jinni would have made me sacrifice my children with my bare hands. If it wasn't for the fact that the deity could protect them, I would have killed myself if it had come to that. I had sent word to the dei
LAILA Shortly after the scene with the deity, we were escorted to my bedroom in the Palace. It was clear that the royal family were ashamed of what they had done to Zuwaira and me and tried to apologise by having the palace maidens pamper us. Everything that happened at our trial still shocked us. Binta was the daughter of a powerful deity. I couldn't believe it. The woman looked almost as young as Binta. The last time we were in Rayuwa, there was a rumour that her mother had gone missing. I began to believe it was all a sick joke. The people knew what we were up against and still set us up. That must have been the reason why our plans against Binta failed. It was also the reason why the Sarki and the entire council, in fact, the entire island, wanted Adam to marry Binta, so she would be the next queen. What beats having the daughter of a deity as queen? Was the main deity not Aljannan Daji? Who was Binta's mother? Was she Aljannan Daji. Aljannan Daji was the deity we all worshipped
ADAM Our arrival in Buchum Rayuwa was a shock to everyone. Binta was carried straight to the Palace. My father was in shock and hesitated to inform Safia of her daughter's predicament. "We have to tell her mother. She might be able to help." I tried to convince my father. "He is right, Umar. We can keep this from the deity; she will find out, and that will be worse." My mom said, trying to talk some sense into him. "What deity?" Ibrahim asked, confused. No one answered him. "Bring that witch for trial." My father said, refusing to send words to Safia. "The council isn't complete," I pointed out. "Right now, our energy should be spent on trying to save Binta's life. The trial can commence later." I pleaded. "The witch did it; she must have the antidote. She will solve the problem she caused with the right amount of pressure, and then I will behead her, her cousin and her family." My father said, and I could see the rage in his eyes. "What if she doesn't have the remedy and Bint