The Chief’s Daughter
NTOKOZO had always wanted to get married, but not like this. Her father would pick her husband for her and like the itchy back she had from the leopard skin she hugged around her body tightly, it was all part of the responsibility of being the daughter of a chief.
She sometimes had to wonder if there’d ever be a time she’d do something that pleased just her.
Right now she’d give anything to be wearing a flowy summer dress that didn’t make her itchy with sweat.
But she’d be considered high and mighty for wanting to dress like that.
Her eyes travel to the end of the hall to look at the three suitors who were brought in for her to choose from.
Bhekizizwe was from Mahlabathini.
