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experiences the old man was
referring to, I found myself
agreeing with him. “So you
mean Tene will not be my
wife?” I asked.
“I wouldn't say that, but ...”
Bleng stopped suddenly and
smiled. “You need strong
forces behind you to win that
woman, my boy. Someone
who can make strong love
medicines, so she can turn her
heart solely towards you.”
“I was just as blank I could
possibly
be.
“Weil,”
I
breathed heavily, “this is the
reason why I am here old
man, I want you to help me.”
“What help can be given you
must come very fast, because
right now the family of the
girl have four offers before
them besides you.”
Bleng got through telling me
all what he saw in the
crystals. Besides the urgency
of moving fast in the Tene
palava, he said, I had a long
trip before me. That a tall fair
woman close to Tene had so
much influence over her,
Tene dare not make a move
without the approval of this
person. About the short
brown man who was making
strong juju to win Tene, I had
an inkling who it might be.
Before I left Bendabli, there
was bush-bush talk of a secret
love affair between Tene and
a Bomi Hills fellow. They said, it
was being engineered by Kema,
her sister. I swear to God,
Bleng is a master zowo. His
crystals confirmed all the
rumours I had been hearing of
this
Kema woman. That she was
a snake in the grass is obvious,
and a poisonous one at that.
The whole while she was in
Suehn she had been secretly
drinking palm wine with Buu
and going to be with him.
I had heard enough and
wanted to get up and go back
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to Suehn, or walk aimlessly
the whole night. My friend
Buu, sensing my feelings the
whole while, avoided making
any comments until we were
an our way