Chapter Forty Seven

Sundays. They always came with a different feeling . If it's not the church service, it is the sweet aroma of stew, white rice or freshly prepared soup. Kamsi had been conformed to the white rice sundays from childhood but she chose that Sunday to leave the norm. She prepared noodles which she ate alone . Kelechi said she had no appetite; she was having menstrual cramps which did not stop her from finishing the yoghurt in the fridge.

Looking around the church, people were standing there, clapping and moving their legs to the left and to the right, swaying their bodies as they sang with the...