Chapter 1: Accusation for Main Hall

The junior sister wey still dey for early spiritual training even get mind accuse the main woman wey don reach high level say na she thief the Sacred Golden Seed.

For Naija, this kain wahala dey always start with one look, one kind coded gossip, or even small jealousy. Nobody dey ever believe say pikin wey still dey learn fit open mouth accuse person wey senior am for every, but for this fellowship, na so e be. One aunty hiss for back, 'Na wa o, so na Ifunanya dey do us like this?' Another one just dey eye her, dey pass coded message. People begin gather, dey whisper, dey look main woman with side eye. The air for the main hall just heavy, like rain wan fall, and everybody dey wait to see as the matter go end.

Dem jam for main hall, begin face each other.

Tension just full everywhere like owambe wey party rice never reach everybody. Sweat dey bead for people forehead, even ceiling fan no fit chase the heat. Even the lanterns for the hall no dey shine as usual; their light just dey dull, like say them sef sabi say gbege dey. Two women, one truth, plenty wahala—na only God fit settle this kain palava.

Na so drama just dey happen for one kind women-centered novel like that.

If you sabi book wey full drama, e go be like say dem dey borrow script from old Nollywood film. People dey move anyhow, everybody dey try form innocent, but na only God and maybe one or two elders fit see wetin dey really happen for ground.

Everybody for the fellowship believe the white-lotus junior sister.

You know as e dey be—if person dey form gentle and dey always dey smile, people go carry her matter for head. Dem go swear say she no fit hurt fly. For here, dem just accept am like say na gospel, no even try reason Ifunanya side. Na so life be sometimes; person wey get loud cry na im get supporters.

Last last, the main woman die anyhow for her fiancé, the senior brother, hand.

If na Yoruba or Igbo village, this kain betrayal fit spark family meeting wey go last till night. E pain reach bone. Woman wey carry everybody for mind, na im dem just waste like that, all because wahala and wickedness join hand. Some people for the fellowship even do as if dem no see anything; dem just dey mind their own, dey avoid wahala.