“Ki la wa fe se bayi? What would we do now?” Helen Babalola asked worriedly as she looked at her husband, who was helping Emma stack the chess board.

They were at the hospital, staying with Bernard after they had convinced Marissa to go home to have a well-deserved rest. It had not been easy, but it worked out at the end of the day. Helen had been quiet since she left, and her husband and daughter had decided to let her be when they tried to converse with her to no avail, up until she made the outburst out of excessive worry. Marissa's extended pregnancy has been weighing on...