Opula sat up, her head staggering for balance, her dirty eyes rolling for sight, her breath full of exudates of alcohol.

“Fuck that pussy if you want to fuck and stop blabbing!” she snapped, frowned at him and slid a finger into her mouth.

He was standing and staring at her from the window now. Cold tears trickled down his eyes as he struggled to be a man.

“You must be stupid, Opula!” he cursed, “Why would you be mentioning Nku when I am making love to you? Is it that you are yet to accept me into your life? Is it that you are still in love with that...