Before I start the story, I’d just like to say, story telling has to be the best thing that ever happened to me.
Even in the midst of all the darkness that seemed to be hovering, you were still your mother’s daughter, and but a child. You always looked forward to whenever she would come tease your mind with her anecdotes.
‘Story, story,’ would begin, you would chant ‘story’, happily along with your brothers, temporarily forgetting your gloom. ‘A king once had 100 wives and the 99th wife was known for wearing the most beautiful dresses, So, one day the other wives went to her to ask for the secret.
She dismissed them telling them that she had no secret, but her maid ratted out on her, saying that she had a monkey, who she sent to the land of the spirits to buy her the clothes, and in order for it to be allowed into the land of the spirits, it had to its tail to its master.
You gasped along with your siblings and your mother hushed you and continued, ‘The jealous wifes went to meet the king and said all that they heard, and then the king ordered that all the wifes come and dance naked in the palace courtyard.
You watched your mother make noises and faces, mimicking their expressions, you heart filled with fear for the poor wife.