CHAPTER ONE
In a not too populated town in the outskirts of Imodi Kingdom call Ijele, there once lived a man. Alimi was his name. Alimi had three wives. All from the same village and co-incidentally from the same clan. Emaja was the first wife and she had two daughters for Alimi. Muni was the second wife and she had his first and only son, Alao. Velemo was his last wife and she had just a daughter for him.
Alimi was well known in his village for he was the only educated farmer in the whole dynasty of the great Imodi Kingdom. He was oppourtuned to be a learned man after he was forcefully taken from his birth place when he was just six years old. After staying abroad for 30 years and living as a slave under his Colonial master, he finally regained his freedom and returned home.
Using the skills he learnt abroad, he became very rich in no time and made a name for himself. As rich and influencial as he was, he was a kind man. Full of life and open minded. He was one of the front runner of development in his hometown, Imodi. He was loved and adored by his mates. Those who seeked success came to him for advice before venturing into any bussiness. He was truly a blesssed and accomplished man.
But Alimi had a problem. One problem that is so persistent and consistent it was slowly and painfully sucking his essence out of him. His eldest daughters Hani and Zimo for that was their name where living an immoral life. A life contrary to the one he had imagined and eventually laid down for them to follow. The more disturbing issue was that his first wife was supporting their way-wardness. He knew he had to do something, and fast too. So Alimi then thought of a plan and how best to show them the true path.
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