How a Firewood Girl Captured the Heart of a Prince Who Came Home to Marry Another Woman

here.”

“Ephoma, I had to see you.”

“Please go. It is too dangerous.”

“I understand.”

Ibuka looked at Mama Ngozi and bowed his head respectfully.

“Good morning, Mama.”

Mama Ngozi stared at him, unsure whether to kneel, bow, or run inside.

“Good morning, my prince. What brings you to this small place?”

Ibuka lifted the bag in his hand.

“I brought a few things.continue reading …