That night I felt restless and kept turning on my mat, sighing so loud that Nnenne had to hush me and then threaten me until I stilled my movement. Though eventually I did fall asleep it wasn't blissful and i woke up feeling like I'd not even slept a wink. 
 Days passed and nothing happened. The palm queen had told me she would call on me but I heard nothing from her.

Not that I wanted her to, but it wasn't easy or should say comfortable walking about and always turning at every soft whisper I hear. 
 I really wanted this to end ...
 It was three market days later though that she came around, by then I had almost forgotten about her and started to wonder if I had just dreamt it up, when I felt the tap.
 I was on my way to deliver some breadfruit Nnedi on Nnennes' behalf when i felt goisebumps crawl over my skin. 
"Zikora." At first it was a whisper... refusing to turn around and acknowledge it I stepped  up my pace.
"Zikora." This time around the voice cerrassed me though the hairs on the back of my neck stood erect. 
"Zikora." I recognized that voice... and even though my head told me not to look I still did, i turned around.
 And there standing in the middle if the road and smiling so regally stood the palm queen starring straight at me. 
"How do you know my name?" Was all I could ask as the basket of breadfruit slipped from my hands.

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