Monifa

When Olayinka saw the wise woman to read her child's fortune, the old woman's face was grim. "You have an unfortunate child, a cursed child that will bring hindrances and tragedies to those around her, until death comes to her." Being a new mother Olayinka would do everything she could to avert her child's fate, or at least make sure she can still have happiness in her life. *** "Look look! There she is, Misfortune!" The children pointed her out as she walked through the town, "Misfortune, Misfortune~" A play on words, A play on her life. To the local children she was a legend, a mystery. To everyone else she was a plague that was to be avoided. 'Monifa, Monifa, Misfortune, Misfortune, she's so unlucky with her family, she causes paper cuts to-' She didn't hear the rest of the rhyme as she hurried down the street, her short heels clicking against the pavement, As another set of children pointed her out, "Do you think if she steps on a crack she really breaks her mother's back?" "Don't say that, she doesn't have one anymore-" Monifa hurried onwards, her eyes starting to sting from childhood innocence that bordered on cruelty. As she ran to her safe space, a quiet place where the trees rustles, the flowers were fragrant, as she sat down on the grass, not caring for her dress she looked down the river, while her eyes were glassy with tears unshead, she had lost her Mother Olayinka, along with the rest of the Afolayan's family line, she was the last in line of a noble family that had nothing in power. It didn't matter to her, she had to be isolated until Death came for her, and she promised her mother a long time ago that she would not meet Death any sooner. If only that wise woman was around I could have gotten more answer from her...as Monifa thought this, she didn't notice the drop in temperature, the fog that rolled in on what was a sunny day, she only reacted when her body started to shake as she stood up to look behind her into the fog,