Dancing With The Masquerade

Rage fueled you as you marched towards the dreadful hut, a jerrycan of fuel in one hand, a matchbox in the other. For too long, you'd played the dutiful daughter, suppressing your feelings, accepting the terms. But they expected the unbelievable now.

"Kasie, where are you going?" Your mum's voice, trembling with fear, called out as she and Uncle Chimdi emerged. You declared your intention to do what should have been done years ago.

Ignoring their pleas and orders, you ran towards the rusted gate of the hut. Unlocking the padlock, you hurried inside, the sight of the clay building filling you with dread. You opened the jerrycan and began pouring fuel around the structure.

Your sisters, Jachi and Chidera, caught up, staring at you as if you were insane. "This is going to save us all," you insisted, pulling out a matchstick. Your family watched, fear etched on their faces.

"This way is going to end us all," your mum cried. But seeing the figure of the masquerade in the dark hut, daring you, solidified your resolve. With a deep breath, you declared, "Go to hell," and threw the matchstick. Fire erupted, engulfing the hut. A sense of relief washed over you. This was your fight, and it had just begun.