Her eyes were wide open. She said nothing. “The ritual is not finished,” she said, shaking her head. “Something went wrong.” “What do you mean?” the chief replied, frowning. “No, no, I did everything correctly. I watched her. I am sure she did not bathe.” The witch looked at him intensely.
“The water ruined everything. She was splashed. The spirits rejected the offering. She is no longer pure.” Chief Ola stepped back as if struck by her words. “What? How could that have happened?” he shouted in panic. “A life must be taken to restore balance. And that life is yours.
You will lose your mind. You will talk to yourself. You will walk in the streets without shoes. People will laugh at you. Then they will take your soul.” Chief Ola panicked. He thought, “Amiwa, she must pay. She broke the rule.” But the witch shook her head. “She survived. Her blood no longer belongs to you. Please, I beg you.
I am rich, I can fix this.” “No money can stop what is coming. No gift can change it. The girl is free. You are not.” “No, no!” the chief screamed as hot tears rolled down his cheeks. Meanwhile, at home, Amiwa was still holding the 50 million naira in her hands. She still could not believe it.
She ran to the bathroom, eager to get rid of all the filth. She turned on the tap, and when the warm water ran over her body, she felt immense relief. But something was wrong. After washing herself, Amiwa sniffed herself and frowned. The smell was still there. She was clean, but she still smelled bad.
She looked at her skin. There was visible redness, patches. She felt dizzy. Her body hurt. She sat down, holding her stomach. “It’s just because of the challenge. I’ve been through a lot. Now I’m rich. It will be fine,” she thought. But deep inside, she knew something was wrong. That night, her condition worsened.
