Mai Nyasha was a single mother who had her one and only eleven year old daughter, Nyasha. Life had always been horrible for her and her daughter. She lived with her brother who was the headman of the Mkwada Village, Sabhuku Mkwada. Everyone knew Sabhuku as a ruthless and hard man who ruled with an iron fist. Nyasha was a very amenable girl, calm and was one of the prettiest girls in the village. Every man adulated her.
One Saturday morning Nyasha was doing the dishes, her mother winnowing some corn while Sabhuku, his brothers and other aunties gathered in the kitchen for a family meeting. A delegation of grooms appeared from behind the hut. Nyasha and Mai Nyasha were dumbfounded. With a stunned face, Nyasha asked, “Who are these people mhamha?” Mai Sabhuku popped out of the other hut and harshly shrieked, “It’s none of your business!” The visitors were rapturously welcomed. They paid lobola and offered a tonne of corn for the family. Nyasha was latter called and told that she was betrothed to the Chief and he would send his people to take Nyasha in due time. Mai Nyasha was heartbroken. The widow wept bitterly, Nyasha was down in dumbs and heartbroken but it was too late. It was milk already spilt and none could recollect it.
Three months later, Nyasha was taken to the groom’s house. Chief Mangaisa was a timeworn, grey bearded, bald-headed fella whose head looked like an aerodrome. Nyasha couldn’t bear the burden while the old Chief was over the moon to have a third wife, a juvenile virgin. During the ceremony everyone was jovial while Nyasha was busy thinking of an idea to escape this predicament of hers. She thought of an idea to punish her abusers and elude the marriage.