EWÀDÉ

She kept on running in the forest, running and running.

The moon didn't show her mercy to show her the way in the dark as it didn't come out. Everywhere and everything was dark and the only things she could hear was the sound of fast footsteps which were hers and the creature behind her. She felt tired but she can't stop . Twigs had made different scratches and cuts on her body. Her dress which was a multicolored ankara with different patterns was now tattered. Her legs were coated with mud which had started to turn dry due to her running for a long time and some part of her toes had started to bleed since she wore no shoes. She doesn't know where she's coming from and where she's going. The only thing on her mind was to run, run away from what was after her. She should have listened to her grandmother about what happens when you don't listen to the great goddess, Yemoja. And now, she regrets it, every single second she wasted without doing the right thing.