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Alloida.
    Gbangba 's servants always picked the coquettes he slept with, to quench his insatiable sexual appetite after his wives and concubines. His servant had been telling him of a girl whose skin was smooth as the fur of a lion, whose smile opened up the heavens and whose beauty was unmatched.
    During a feast celebrating the birth of his son a few months before the funeral of Obi’s father, Gbangba ordered his servants to bring the girl to his presence. When she arrived, he was positive she was a goddess. The closer she got to his private chambers the faster his heart beat. She bowed with flawless humility. He studied the female and noticed a combined asset of lust and purity.
    “Please rise. It is I who should respect your presence.” He snapped his fingers and everyone in the room left, closing the door behind them. “Why have I not been aware of your existence till now?”
    “Your Grace, my existence is not worth a space in the midst of your knowledge.”
                  “Nonsense. My servants underestimated your beauty. What is your name and who is your father?” As he spoke, he tried to keep his distance, but the voluptuous animal had a power over him that made him reach for her bosoms.
                  The coquette pushed him away in a highly seductive manner and started walking around the room asking, “What is your desire?”
                  “My desire is you in my bed.”
    “Patience, Gbangba, or am I too little to call you that?”
    “I am whatever you want me to be. Now come to me.”
    “No rush,” she said, smiling and playing with the palm wine keg on the table resting on the ivory tusk. “You realize it will be highly indecent for me to spread my legs for you to enter me this soon.”
    “What you want I will provide. Even if you want to belong to me, then I am yours. Any dowry settlement I will pay, but now I want both of us to join as one.”
    She poured palm wine from the chief’s table into a calabash and knelt in front of him.
    “I hope I am worthy to offer my Chief palm wine to drink.”
    “If I want to be served palm wine, I would snap my fingers and have over twenty servants waiting to serve me. Now I want to enter inside you.”
    “A tortoise knows it will take him a long time to get to his destination, but it still moves. Now please drink the wine I offer you and soften my heart.”
    Gbangba got up and paced around the room. “Women! You are all the same. You prefer to be acted on with intensity.”
    “How do you expect me to let you enter me when you refuse to drink the wine I offer you from your calabash?”
    “Why don't you drink and offer me the rest?”
    “Are you trying to imply that I poisoned the wine?”
    “Definitely not, but our people have a saying that the woman spices the path of a man, so please help yourself.”
    “If that is your desire, so shall it be.” She took the calabash in one hand and her other hand delved into her braids, where she took out some sharp pins from her hair and threw them at the chief.
    Gbangba succeeded in deflecting the first set of pins, but she kept throwing more at him until one finally entered his eye. As he pulled the pin from his eye, there was blood everywhere and he found it hard to see. The Wovamee dipped her hand into her miniature wrapper around her waist and brought out a jagged edged knife. She jumped on the table and dived at the chief. Gbangba could not see; the blood had covered his second eye. As she landed on him, she drove the knife into his shoulder with a powerful thrust. She missed her aim for his heart because the chief swayed. He wanted to scream, but what example would he give to his men, allowing them think the great Gbangba could not take care of a Wovamee.
    She pulled the knife from his shoulder like a tigress. With a greater force , she aimed for his heart with no intention to miss this time. He used his hands as a blockade. The knife passed through his hands, but did