In Rutiti village there lived the Rondozai family. Mr Rondozai was a polygamist. He had uncountable children with wives but the known ones were twelve. However, several others were never married. Poverty became a thorn in the flesh of the whole family since resource distribution among the multiplicity of the family impoverished it. One year there was a serious drought and the family starved.
One morning the starving family gathered and decided to offer their most beautiful and eldest daughter to one old, and well to do Mr Chakafa. At that time a debate sparked in the family since some of them were affirmative and some were non-affirmative. One uncle argued, “Anashe is still a young and feeble girl hence we can’t offer her to the old useless man.” However, Anashe’s father was too adamant and he argued, “Manatsa, we’re talking about my daughter here, my own blood. I don’t seek advice from you, my word is final!” Another aunt argued that they all knew that it was his daughter but it was also a family member and they could not let her get married because it was illegal and tantamount to imprisonment. The father asked the other sons’ opinions and they condemned the idea. ‘’Shut up! You idiots. ‘’ the father bellowed, rising from his wooden stool to the small door of the hut. “My mind is made up and my word is final!” he croaked as he exploded out of the hut. All the other family members vanished as they mumbles to each other almost silently.
After two days the in-laws came and they paid the bride price and took Anashe. The tears and the groaning of the young and beautiful girl failed to contrite the ruthless and selfish family members. I pity the poor girl!