The errand was simple and direct.

“Kaima” her aunt more-or-less yelled

“yes aunty” kaima hurried to the call

“Go to the shop, and give this to your uncle,” she placed a small pile of money and a plate of food in a bag, then gave it to her.

That was it. A simple trip to her aunt’s shop, a familiar task that has become a habit without option. She must have forgotten a sacrifice or two, because the gods were definitely not on her side.

After walking passed the women who chorused “witch” like it was her name, she kept walking towards the direction of her aunt’s shop when she heard it.