Chapter Eighteen

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Naja'atu is beautiful. Always has been and always will be. She has the sort of beauty that merely doesn't fade away with age but if anything, becomes even better the longer she lasts. You know, like wine. Naja is going to age like fine wine. She might not be as radiant as when she was younger but a stately elegance would be there because –call me partial but she is not your average beautiful woman. Her shortcomings aside, she's divine.

But oh, the price she has paid for it.

When she was still a girl, in her juvenile stage in life, she had gone to live with her mother's sister, Medina. According to her aunty,her mother wasn't bringing her up properly and paid much more attention to her business than she did to motherhood. Naja's mother, relieved for this opportunity, gladly handed her daughter over to her older sister and tried what she could with Hamza; Lawal and Iman weren't born at that time.