Chapter 1: Poisoned for Refusing Second Wife Life

The female protagonist na true immortal, but dem still dash her as second wife to the crown prince.

For this our Naija, being a true immortal no mean say society go allow you rest, especially if na woman. Even with all her spiritual eyes and power, dem still treat am like ordinary pawn. To be second wife—she gawk. The pain sting deep: she remember her mama warn am, 'My pikin, palace life na snake pit for woman wey get power.' The memory fresh for her mind, and as she waka enter compound that day, the first wife eye her cold—like say she be stranger. For her mind, e no follow, but who go hear her voice?

She no gree submit—and dem secretly kill am because of that. She spit for the palace floor, her eyes daring anybody to touch her. That night, poison enter her food. That be her last act of defiance.

Her stubborn spirit no allow am bend, and because she stand her ground, dem arrange her untimely exit. For back, na poison dem use, whisper for corridor, sharp sharp carry her go. No fanfare, no burial, only silent tears from the few wey sabi truth.

She come reborn twenty years before, use sense and sharpness take turn everything upside down.

Na God wey do am. She wake for small girl body, memory still dey sharp like blade. As she dey waka for compound, her leg dey tiff tiff for floor—e dey clear say she get mission. The smell of burning firewood from backyard kitchen choke the early morning air, and far off, the church bell knock three times, mixing with muezzin call from mosque for junction. Every old wahala, she dey plan how to dey dodge, dey turn the table. For her new life, nobody go use her shine again.