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

“My son,” Queen Nenna cried, falling beside him. “Look at me.”

Ibuka opened his eyes. He blinked once, then again.

His face changed.

“Mama,” he whispered.

“Yes, my son. I am here.”

His voice trembled.

“Why is everywhere dark?”

The queen froze.

Igwe Arinze arrived and pushed through the guards.

“What did he say?”

Ibuka turned his head toward the king’s voice,continue reading …