
“She bent over at the river bank and began to wash the clothes, and as she washed her father’s fragrance which smelled of earth and trees, Asake cried.” *** The gods do not warn a man before wreaking havoc on him. One day, on a sunny afternoon, the winds began to howl and the sky […]
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