“…this one—no…this one—no…even this one has
been used…Kola, don’t let me lie to you, destinies of ladies who own all these pants in
front of me have all been stolen and used for money—every single one of
them!”
Baba’s words
keep reiterating in my head as I consider how unlucky I have been on my plight
to make “ritual money”… but most
importantly the shock of my life that I received as he told me that every one
of those pants’ owners have been “used” already. Wait! The last batch
of pants I took to this man was fifty oh,
meaning fifty girls’ destinies have been confirmed “stolen”… and that is just
the little I know!