We all seem to hear stories about men that do ‘blood money’. Everyone knows at least of that one man everyone is wary of in the street or in the village. When we come across such men of immense wealth and economic power, are we tempted to ask if the stories about them are true? And, in the case of us creative writers, the whirring stories about these men make our imagination run wild with churning thoughts; to put at least one of these stories down for our readers’ consumption.
In my own case I heard a story from my younger sister sometime in 2015. I had just returned from Abakaliki and she’d regaled me with this chilling tale of a man who had been looking for his daughter, whereas he was the one that had hidden her away from his wife; she was his sacrifice. She’d picked up the story from a crusade, and she had mentioned names. I have a fantastic memory and recall events in shocking, minute details, so this story Rituals was born. Rituals is my retelling of that story my sister had told me; I penned it down immediately after she told me that story, and now, I present it to you, dear reader. Make of it what you will, but note that the names and places mentioned within—except for one or two real-life locations—are all fictional.
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