And Ogula, though her heart was sore, said: “I shall speak to her.”
This she did; and her husband went with Ogondaga and neglected her. The next day they had work to do together and she called him; but he was angry. And so it was the next day, and the next.
Now this continued for four days; whereupon Ogula, taking some of the ashes of the goatskin, which she had so carefully kept, came upon her husband while he was washing, and suddenly rubbed the ashes upon his feet. Instantly his feet were changed to hoofs. He stamped upon the ground and cried out: “What is this? What is this?”
His wife replied: “It is nothing at all. Why don’t you go out on the street?”
Then he pleaded with Ogula until she relented and by the power of her ngalo changed his hoofs again into feet. But again he abandoned her.
Then Ogula, taking all the ashes of the goatskin, and watching her opportunity, while he was washing threw the ashes over her husband’s body, saying: “Go back where you came from.”
Immediately her handsome and stylish husband was changed into a wild goat and began leaping around the room. Ogula opened the door, outside of which Ogondaga was sitting, and the goat sprang through the door into the street and scampered off into the forest, while all the people laughed and shouted, saying one to another: “So, Ogula’s handsome and stylish husband was only the wild goat which Ra-Nyambia’s people caught in the forest.”
But Ogula turned to Ogondaga and said: “Do you see your man? Call him to you. He always comes when you call.”
Then Ogula called Ogondaga’s people to her town. She also told her father, Ra-Nyambia, to prepare for a big palaver. So Ra-Nyambia called Wind and told him to sweep the town clean. When Ogondaga’s people came Ogula brought them before Ra-Nyambia, together with all Ra-Nyambia’s own people. Then Ogula told the whole story: How she had got a handsome and stylish husband for herself; how Ogondaga came; how kindly she had received her; how she was even willing that Ogondaga should share her husband’s heart; and how Ogondaga had taken, not a part, but his whole heart.
Finally she said to her visitors: “You may go back now to your town; but Ogondaga is not going with you. She must stay here and be my slave as long as she lives.”