Son Of The Soil...part 3

when things get worse in this part of the world, it is really bad. we have natural disasters, monsoons, thunderstorm, hail the size of beach balls yet no body ever complains, so long as there was relative peace and prosperity... which touched every life no matter how small it was. the sitting president was an absolute peach... in later years, presidents and heads of state would honour and say that in all the leaders to had have ever been, she was the best man for the job.
And yes, she was a woman, a great woman... but a promiscuous, prostituting whore. She loved the power she had, it is said in her ten year term, she had bagged over 1000 able bodied young men... Insatiable cougar, they couldn't keep up with her... yet she knew how fragile it was... She knew how to play her cards right...until she met my grandfather and fell in love.
Now my grandmother's people were skilled in the act of covert killings...voodoo, weird assassinations, just plain ol' mischief. She found out her man was getting the eye from the president and got jealous. She was assured several times by my grandfather yet she just wouldn't listen (typical)... She got so petty, to the point that she went and asked...(well, spat in her face is a more accurate visual) the president if she was having an affair with her husband.
I hear my grandfather was many things but a cheat was not one of them... It was unheard of for a woman to ever confront her husband about his ways, be it infidelity to outright abuse and yet she was bold, if not mad, enough to do so...and ready for whatever consequences that came with it... Since there was no truth to the accusations, she was asked to leave her home and family, walk away from the life she had built and begin life as an outcast in the remotest parts of her hometown, in a place meant for cowards, witches and hags...