MOREMI THE DWARF VIRGIN

                   

"As it was in the old religion, an ancient tradition where our ancestors were all pure, they met no man before marriage. There innocence brought fruitfulness, harmony and equality among themselves as well as the Book📕. The Book of Love and togetherness  A Book that was sacred but not known to all, only to the high priest for reference purposes📖. 

😖 In this casket of thorns piercing through our veins😖, where we suffocate seven times and survive eight times in misery😵; suffering from guilt, confusion and our unknown quest🤯. A land flowing with agony because of our impurity. We lack a Book in our land. A land, divided by gaint fence. One nation, two types of citizens; the virgins and the non virgins. As the old tradition began to go extinct, so the Book of Love. As the legendary story passed on, it was told that the book was burnt😔 but🙂 a page survived. Who will go in search of a single page?" The kids turned to each other, looking for who will volunteer. Will our impurity save us? The kids turned to her with heavy eyes then she muttered "We have crossed the bridge between purity and impurity. Who will cleanse us? Now everyone in my kind surrounded me looking tattered; torn dirty clothes, stinky bodies, hungry, sagged breast, bare head, withered dark lips,  tiny bones with our surname written in our eyes; sorrow. We all looked like bunch of skeleton.

 "The rain won't fall untill the leap year after four years of starvation, Savannah throut and death." A shrunk woman muttered and dead instantly. 

"Food is ready!" A hungry man shouted. They all rushed and ate the body of the died woman in harmony. Savages! There was silence after the feast for three hours which was like three minutes to us.

 "Now kids it's time to go meet your mothers" I insisted. 

"Let's go rest, till it's dawn" I commanded them because I don't know what to say to their itchy ears.

" I am Moremi, who everyone seek answers from. They source their strength from me because they think I have the most sound mind but I am the one who is terrified. My mum is supposed to be with us but she's among the virgins where she shouldn't.  In the casket I live in, when our parents conceived us before wedlock, we were automatically uncleaned. The World of Virgins, 🤔 what! Sounds like a perfect place behind the fence. Citizens on immaculate white robes; no starvation, no death. Crystal walls, healthy people,  luminous and fruitful land but they lack one thing; the Angel of Love was never with them.

I run a thousand miles by the wall everyday at midnight in search of a tiny whole were I could speak to my mother.

"O my brave daughter, how is your stomach?". She whispered with so much kindness, fixing her eye in the tiny whole.

If you must know my mother is a secretive woman, no one knows our secret. I don't want her to live in my world because she wouldn't survive.

"Mum, I have decided to go in search of the single page" I announced. She wanted to scream😱 but it seems she lost her voice, she started panting🤢. I know if she saw me fully, she would have slapped me. When I struggled to fix my eye in the tiny whole and also balance my feets perfectly on the heap of the stones I climbed on, my mum used a single stick of broom and passed it through the whole to my eye to call my attention but instead, landed on my eyes as a nail because any item crossed from the virgin's world to the nonvirgin's world becomes an instrument of destruction.

"Mum!" I shouted angrily 😠.

"You are a Dwarf" she yelled😖 and tried to explain

"Dwarfs don't go on a quest, it has never been done".

                           THE END

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