MALLAM BAMALI, (Chief Boka). I couldn't believe my daughter was selected. My wife had cried all week, begging me to do something. There was nothing I could do; I was powerless. Somehow I believed Mai'Aljanu had a hand in my misfortune. It couldn't have been an eventuality that it was the two people that supported the sacrifice that ended up being unfortunate. I was angry with the Sarki for not allowing the swap. Everyone knew that swap was possible. My wife hadn't made life easy on me at all. She had refused to eat, and she wasn't sleeping well. I knew if she continued, she would die before the full moon. I knew I needed to do something, so I made up my mind. I had consulted my Jinni, and I had told him I wanted to strike a deal with Aljannan Daji to save my daughter's life. To help me, my Jinni had directed me to visit the forbidden forest and told me what to do when I got to the border. The plan was that my Jinni would help me get to the forest, and then he would teach me how to as
ADAM. A week had passed, and Binta was well. Although her wounds were yet to heal completely, she was well enough to move about, but she had refused to leave her room. Sometimes, I would be talking to her, and she would have a blank expression on her face. Doctor Imran had already warned me about this. I was clueless about what to do. The whole issue with Rayuwa wasn't making things any easy, as the villagers gathered in front of the Palace every morning to beg for food. Things had gone from bad to worse. Most farmers refused to sell their crops. I sent raw food to Binta's father's compound, and although they accepted it, her grandmother sent a message to inform me that they had enough food in-store, but they appreciated my generosity and reminded me of the Gaisuwa. I could see why Binta always bragged about her mother's farming abilities. It was clear the woman had stocked food for her family. Remembering Binta's mother broke my heart. She didn't deserve what happened to her. The G
ADAM. Binta was wide-awake when I entered her room. She stood by the window, staring outside. She wore a long Kaftan. It used to be mine, but she loved it so much that I let her have it. It was also appropriate for her current condition because of her healing wounds. "Hey!" I said. I knew I needed to be quick because Mai'Aljannu was already performing the ritual. "Hey." She replied with a smile. "Please, I am about to ask you something. I beg you not to say no. I know you are hurt and angry, and you have every right to feel that way. I haven't gotten over the incident myself. I do not expect you to just get up and pretend it didn't happen; because it did, and I will always remember it. I wish I could take it back, but I can't." I said and paused. Tears were beginning to gather in my eyes. I was reliving the incident all over again. This was not the time for me to break down, so I held myself. "What do you want, Adam?" She asked gently. I stared at her for a while, looking deep in
ADAM. When we got to the throne room, everyone was surprised to see what Binta was wearing. I knew they did not approve of the Kaftan, but none of them was brave enough to breathe a word. Binta greeted my father and the other chiefs, and then I had her sit beside me. Mai'Aljannu was yet to finish his ritual, so we had to wait. "Binta," my father began, "I want to apologise for the way you were treated by the council and for what happened in the dungeon. The guard is being dealt with as we speak." Binta immediately squatted to address my father. She flinched with pain. After all, she was still healing. My father immediately gave her permission to address him seated. I had to help her get up and sit down. "Your Majesty," she began," I do not hold any grudge against you or the council, and I promise not to cross my boundaries again." The chiefs nodded with amusement. Binta's respectful manner and humility had made her gain their respect. "Well, that is good to know, but henceforth,
MALAM BAMALIThe journey back from the forbidden forest wasn't as quick as I anticipated. I was eager to return to Buchum and show my new powers. I knew my wife would be thrilled that I had succeeded. My daughter's life was going to be spared and replaced with another. Although I felt sorry for whoever the replacement maybe but, on this island, it was every man for themselves.The electricity that crackled at the tip of my fingers gave me joy. I tested my powers on my journey back, never directing my skills to harm a human. I took my time on the trip back home, practising how to summon and control my newfound abilities. I used it for hunting games and even cooking the meat. I could lift myself into the air at will and teleport between short distances.The powers were excellent, and it made me giddy. I couldn't wait to show them — especially the people on the council. The Sarki would give me the respect due to me, and I would sit on top of Rayuwa.Although I wasn't as powerful as Mai'A
ADAM The incident with Malam Bamali was quite a shock. After he was taken to the dungeon, I could not help but wonder how cruel his intentions were. His demand for the annulment of my engagement was shocking. Wasn't his daughter one of the selected maidens for the sacrifice? Lucky for him, she might be spared due to our new agreement with the deity. Binta's recovery was excellent. Her wounds were healing well. I was so glad because I had almost lost her. The strength she displayed on the day of the negotiation made me proud. I had chosen wisely. I knew she would be a great queen. "How are you feeling today?" I asked Binta. I noticed she moved with ease. "Excellent." She replied with a big grin. Binta rarely grinned, so I knew she was up to something. "How is the wedding plan going?" I asked her, then sat on the couch in her bedroom. I motioned her to come sit on my lap, but she refused. Instead, she sat on the foot of her bed and faced me. "My Grand Uncle is putting things toget
ADAM The wedding preparation was quite hectic. My siblings had arrived from Duniya to help with the preparations. My mother, that had vowed never to step foot on the island, came. I was quite surprised to see her. She wasn't happy with my decision to marry from the island, but when she met Binta, her attitude towards the wedding changed. Binta had always surprised me with the way she was able to quickly charm people. My sister Maryam was the only exception as she was a great supporter of Laila. She felt Binta wasn't polished enough to be a member of our family. What surprised me the most was even after I had told Maryam what Laila did, she still supported her. She defended her actions by pointing out the fact that she was human. Maryam claimed that because Laila was sorry and was willing to make things work, I should have given her a chance instead of neglecting her for a village girl. Maryam's remarks about Binta annoyed me, but I chose not to react to them. It wasn't like her opini
ADAM A day before my wedding, the President of Lafiya, along with his entourage of ministers, arrived at our palace. Among the Ministers was Laila's father. Seeing him, I believed his daughter and niece did not tell him what they had done and what my father had decreed. I saw my father's facial expression change from surprise to anger when he saw Minister Audu Ali. "Your Majesty." The President began in a squatting position, and all the ministers copied him, both men and women. "May you live long." "May we live long together." My father replied to them and motioned them to sit. "To what do I owe this visit?" My father began getting straight to the point. "First of all, we would like to congratulate your family on the upcoming wedding, and we are all going to remain in Rayuwa to attend the wedding of the crowned prince," the President began. "The well-being of Lafiya is what has brought us here. There is famine, plague and unrest in the country. The skies are red, and the plants
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