My mother warned me, "never you use this powder!"


My mother warned me,  " never you use this powder its for your own good.


I thought to myself - why would mother not want me to be gorgeous as she was.


I thought to myself- if i use it, she wouldn't know anyways.


One eerie day.


One eerie morning.


As I bade my mother farewell.


As she left  for  'Ohumanaka's Market'.


I rushed to take my bath.


I adorned in my favourite dress.


I took the powder,


I disobeyed my mother.


A mother who was jealous,


Jealous of her daughter,


Being beautiful than her.


I smeared the powder all over,


All over my face i smeared.


Briefly, i felt dizzzy,


Migraine oh no!. 


Every where became,


Became totally,


White.


White like the powder.


Then I head  a crashing sound.


Crashing sound of the ocean,river.


Whatever.


Every where was still whitish.


Then came the voice.


The voice.


Ohunene.


Ohunene.


You are now one of our slave


No stranger comes and goes back.


That powder was not meant for you.


It was a gift 


It was a gift to your step sister


ANAVAMI.


™Musty strange.

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