States: Benue, Taraba, Plateau, Nasarawa, Enugu.
Time: Precolonial Nigeria.
Only one person could have made Kuhemba leave the warmth of his bed this cold morning. Iverem. She didn’t know what he had planned, but he knew she wouldn’t approve; She was too proper.
He peered through the foliage, ducking as the procession approached.
Iverem, the love of his life would be getting married today, to a man old enough to be her father, because her brother, Tor, was married to the man’s daughter.
He beckoned to his best friends Teremun and Behm. They would help him.
“It’s time” Kuhemba said.
“What are we doing exactly?” Behm asked, wary.
“What! Are you stupid?” Behm asked in disbelief.
“It’s legal.” Kuhemba said stubbornly
“…and dangerous, Tor would be there.” Teremun said.
“I have a plan.” Kuhemba said and sighed quietly.
“You are really stupid .” Tor said, looking down at Kuhemba.“You think you can just steal my sister? ”
“She loves me.” Kuhemba retorted through bloodied lips.
“How did she even meet you? The Kwagh hir dance? She met better men there, so why deceive yourself that she loves you? ” Tor asked in exasperation.
Just then, a young woman dressed in a beautiful Anger came in and whispered inTor’s ears.
“You’re fortunate my attention is needed. Iverem will be married today and I swear by Aondo, If I catch you near her, I will kill you”, Tor said hotly.
Kuhemba stumbled painfully towards the hut. He stopped when he saw Behm and Teremun standing in front of the door.
“Where is…” he started to ask but stopped when he heard the scream. Tor.
His plan had worked perfectly, because right there behind his friends, stood the most beautiful woman in the world; Iverem!