The Market Women

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The Market Women



She tilted her head. What she saw angered her to fling a small but big rod- a goat! It was a goat who was threatening the bitter-leaf Aduke had prepared to make egusi-soup inside a red pot.



What really happened to her today? Everything was just provoking her. A minute ago, Aduke just flogged her younger daughter for allowing the stubborn goat to sneak inside the barn. Aduke dragged
herself to the backyard. Her beauty was glared by the lightening of the sun. Talking of her native plaited hair, creamed with shea-butter, her gap-teeth and the deep-set teeth. She closed the
bamboo-door rounded by barbed wires- it was to prevent goats from venturing into the barn.



She jerked her body further to the right corner of the barn where she picked a small bamboo seat. Aduke sat on the black, painted bamboo seat morning the still cooking bitter-leaf soup steaming ouy
a delicious aroma. "When my eyes are no longer to see a tiny pin anymore, my husband will find another means of cooking," Aduke was right. Last market, she visited one of her friends- Awero. She
saw her cooking with the white men's brain as Aduke would quickly describe. It was a stove she was instead of the local one she did use. Aduke envied this. She was eager to also cook with this new
product. On getting home that same day, she had to inform her husband on what she witnessed in her neighbour's barn- she told Adisa to also buy her. Years after years, her husband did not make any
attempt to fulfill his promise to Aduke. "Gone are the days when husbands do whatsoever their wives demand. Today, no husbands are ready to serve their wives," the lightning of the fire revealed
her mouth as she spoke with passion.



This same man was forcing her to join the market-women where she could be selling her new products the white men brought. Aduke refused. She hardened her heart not to join the market. Initially,
she first justified herself that until her said husband fulfilled what he promised her, she would not join the market-women. Besides, the woman feigned some fear which was clearly seen in her
oval-shaped face. "How will my husband send me to be competing with the market women," she wondered. Aduke feared the market women. She knew that many of them were wicked. She had heard different
stories about the wickedness of the women. It was not quiet long when three daughters of Adeoti were butchered like an ill-fated cow. This was revealed by a powerful native doctor whose voice was
softened by the evening rain. "Your three daughters, he said, were killed by those who resented you in the market," the native doctor sounded confidently. A thick cloud of smoke coming out of the
chimney moisturized her face. She hissed, and then rose-up from the bamboo seat. She has finalized everything on her own- Aduke would rather stay home than joining the market women.

Submitted: September 22, 2017

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