When Mark came to Kamsi in Abuja, she had thought she wanted to return home. She had felt then she wanted to fight for her home and the first step was to return to it. On returning home, all that elegantly sat in her mind were the pains she had gone through in that house, the hurt she felt while she packed up her things, cloth after cloth with eyes that bled in tears. She had forgiven but she could not forget.

The Reverend's voice still resounded in her head. He had spoken to her the evening after Mark left. He had said in his usual manner of speaking like...