It was difficult to see through the morning mist, the dust surely did not help matters,nor the fog that made his mind not in the right frame. He just knew coming home was never a good idea,but he had no choice,His sister's wedding had brought him here from the comfort of his beautiful surrounding,into this uncivilized area which he had never been before. Iyamah knew he would hate this,he just had no say, but the moment a young maiden carrying a clay pot rightly balanced on her head greeted him,he couldn't help but look at the others who followed behind her chatting happily,mischievously he Smiled,maybe this wedding would be fun after all,his mark must surely be made before he left this town.
