The August break had finally ended and rain hit the ground at night, filling the soil's thirst to its very unfathomable depth.

The plants in the garden had wet leaves; that was the visible nourishment at the time. Kamsi loved to look at the garden. The green from that little space of land was uplifting. They were one of the little things she could hope for. Maybe miraculously, they would produce better before the dryness of harmattan came.

She was sitting on a stool and watching the garden while she thought of so many other things but majorly about the baby she was expecting.

"I'll get manure from my friend....