BAMALI I wasn't thinking straight when I teleported out of the cell I was kept in. I knew I could not return home, neither did I have any friend brave enough to defy the Sarki. I knew it wouldn't be long before they knew I had escaped. The only reason I did not teleport in front of everyone was to buy me time to escape Buchum before they began to search for me. When I saw my wife and son in the dungeon, my heart broke into pieces. How could the Sarki be so cruel? My wife and son had done nothing wrong, yet he did not hesitate to ridicule and torture them. I was angry. I was angry at the council for not supporting me while I was away. I thought they were my friends; I believed we were a team, but I guess I was wrong. I thought the Sarki was kind; I was wrong about him too. The one that angered me the most was Aljanna-Daji. She had betrayed me. I needed a place to hide and lay low. So I decided to seek out the help of a secret friend of mine in Buruku Village. It was far enough, and I
BINTA Duniya was more than what I imagined it to be. It was beautiful. The streets were vast and smooth, and there was electricity everywhere. I saw all types of cars. The car we were picked up in was long and exquisite. Adam called it a limousine. I began to feel like I was dreaming. This was a whole new world different from where I was coming from. The beauty was more than I could describe. My heart broke a little because I would have loved to share this experience with my parents. I took comfort knowing that Adam and my aunties were with me. There were tall buildings that seemed to touch the sky. The buildings were covered with mirrors, and they looked beautiful. There were no horses or carriages on the road. I guessed that was only in Rayuwa because we did not have roads good enough for cars. When we reached Adam's house, I was in awe. It was more beautiful and bigger than the Sarki's palace. The house was huge, with large windows and doors, and the gate was something else. The
SAFIA Baiwa settlement was small. The old woman I lived with often left to help the infected people in Rukum. I figured that the woman had a vast knowledge of roots and herbs. Although I was feeling better now, I still needed a stick to help my walkabout. The old woman, whose name I later found out her name was Aishatu, promised that I would be able to walk properly soon. She had guessed that my legs might have been kept in a stagnant position for too long, causing my difficulty in walking. She said if I exercised them often by walking about, they would get better. I had spent a week with Aishatu, and my wounds had healed completely. Aishatu was shocked by the speed at which my wound healed. She felt I was hiding something, but she only tried to insinuate, never saying it outright. It was my eight-day in Aishatu's home. I had not seen her all morning. Wondering where she might have gone, I finally heard her singing a mourning song outside. The song she sang was only sung when someon
SAFIA After dinner, I went straight to bed. I needed my energy to begin work on Aishatu's herb garden the next day. Immediately after I closed my eyes, I was plunged into darkness. It felt like I was falling from the sky. When it stopped, I found myself in the forest. I began to fear that my time with Aishatu was a dream, and I was still in that forest. Not knowing what to do, I began to weep. "Gods don't cry." I heard a familiar voice say, and I looked up and saw Ruhun Daji staring at me, "did you miss me?" She asked, walking up to me. I began to cry, realising that I had never escaped the forest; I was still there. "Oh, child, we are no longer in the forest. We are in Baiwa." She confirmed. "Am I dreaming?" I asked. "No, we are talking." She replied, "sorry for the silence," she began. "I knew you needed time to recover, and I needed time to gather some strength. It is time, Safia." "Time for what?" I asked. "Time to rescue Lafiya," she said, and I raised my eyebrow. This de
SAFIA Aishatu was overjoyed when I came out of my hut. She had already made breakfast. I appreciated her genuine kindness. There was food scarcity in Rayuwa, and yet she was eager to share her food with a stranger. "Good morning. Did you sleep well?" She asked me, and I smiled in response. The breakfast was quite tempting. It was waina and vegetable stew. There was a hot ginger drink to serve as tea and some fried grasscutter meat for protein. My mouth began to water when I saw the food spread on the mat outside. I ate the meal with gusto. I noticed that she kept smiling and staring at me. She looked like a giddy little child. I began to wonder why she was so happy. "When do you want to see the garden?" she finally asked. I should have guessed that was why she was happy because she did not waste any time asking. She asked immediately after we finished washing the dishes. "About that.." I began and watched her face drop. "Please, I need your help." She began frantically, "you wi
SAFIA. I sat on the floor, completely lost in thoughts. When I finally stood up to see Aishatu, she knelt in front of me. "Ancient one. Take me as your servant; wherever you go, I will follow and do all your biddings." She pledged, and I was speechless. "No, Aishatu, rise, please," I said. Her face dropped, and she became worried when I asked her to rise. "Please let me be your servant. Let me serve you." She pleaded. "You have to accept her." A tiny voice said in my head. And I realised that everything had become real. I was now a deity, and people will kneel, worship and make vows to me. The earlier I accepted my new fate, the better it would be, not only for myself but for the people of Lafiya. Aljannan Daji had wronged me deeply; she took my son, killed all my unborn children and killed my husband. She had kept an island in bondage for so long that the people didn't even know the meaning of freedom. This was an opportunity to get my revenge and liberate my people. Mai'Aljannu
BAMALI Buchum was as peaceful as I had left it. The sky was still red, and the vegetation remained the same, but there was peace. I watched a bird fly above my head; it was apparent it was carrying a message. The pigeons were customarily used to send urgent news. Only the gods knew what story the pigeon was taking. I did not intend to report to the palace until later, so I went home. My wife sat outside, staring at nothing. It was clear that she was deep in thought. I cleared my throat a couple of times before I could capture her attention. When she finally looked at me, there was distance in her eyes. Her emotions were mixed, and she was having trouble expressing it. She stood up and ambled to where I stood. I was speechless; I did not know what to say to her. I had messed up and put her and our son in danger. My actions had brought my family shame and disgrace. Deep down, I didn't think I would find her at home, but there she was, in front of me, trying to understand who I was. I
SAFIA It was time for me to return to Buchum. Aishatu was coming with me, so we packed all that we needed. I thought the journey back to Buchum would be as short as my journey to the forbidden forest, but I was wrong. Aishatu told me it would take us six days by foot and three days on horseback. Ruhun Daji assured me that it would take longer than that because we would need to liberate and restore the people and land on our journey. The people of Ruckum had gifted us with food, money, a buggy and horses for the trip. Ruhun Daji told me that my journey with Mai' Ajannu was short because he aided us with his powers. I felt used and abused. I wanted revenge, but Ruhun Daji kicked against it and told me that I would need Mai'Aljannu. She also said to me that we were even because he had saved my daughter's life. She refused to tell me how he did it, but she informed me to look forward to working with him. She assured me that everything happened according to fate. If he hadn't deceived m
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