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

a person.”

“As a person?”

“Yes. Not as a maid. Not as someone from Chief Obina’s house. As Ephoma.”

For a moment, nobody spoke.

Then Mama Ngozi’s eyes softened, but fear still sat on her face.

“My prince, words can be good, but people will not hear your words. They will only see your feet entering my compound.”

Ibuka nodded slowly.

“Then I will be careful.continue reading …