The Magic well
It Was A Cold Morning In Southern Nigeria , Suprisingly. But that did not keep nancy-tunde from setting out on a journey to fetch water.
"bye mum" , her gentle voice was but a mere wisper , silent to the likes of the wind. Paying no attention to wether or not her mum had heard she left the hut , cluthing a light navy bucket above her head,
The atmosphere was pitch black , almost the same complexion as nancy's skin ,
"Woosh Woosh" A Un known sound mingled in the back, Nancy did not acknoledge the sound and continued to walk.
then, in a flash she was confronted by a white dredlocked man , dressed in purple garment ,
frightened she fell back onto the hard ground ,
" i am brandy lommete , the creator of all water i promise to grant you and your family acces to the magic well any time .
but first you must do something for me" !
Whoo wants moree?
