Dancing With The Masquerade

Dancing With The Masquerade
Twenty-six-year-old Kasiemobi Ejindu senses a sinister presence haunting her, a feeling she's lived with for years without understanding its true threat. But a shocking revelation about her ancestry and a sudden encounter with a young Hispanic-American pastor could be her first true path to salvation and love. Will she uncover the truth before dark forces consume her and her family?

Rage consumed you as you marched towards the dreaded hut, a jerrycan of fuel in one hand, a matchbox in the other. For too long, you'd played the dutiful daughter, silent and compliant. But they expected the unbelievable now, and you wouldn't stand for it. You had to set them—set everyone—free.

"Kasie, where are you going?" Your mum's voice, laced with trepidation, reached you from behind. Uncle Chimdi was with her, his gaze sharp.

"I'm going to do what someone in this family should have done years ago," you declared, your voice unwavering.

"Kasie! Kasie!" your mum called again, louder this time, the tremor in her voice a clear indication that she knew exactly where you were headed. It didn't stop you.

"Chimdi, stop her! She's headed for the hut," you heard her demand, and you broke into a run, the image of the dreadful hut, the root of all your problems, pulling you forward.