For weeks on end Senator Madu had been visiting the hospital to drop flowers by the edge of the bed on which Nku lay. And about now he was almost giving up on Nku surviving the coma. It had been there months now and there seemed to be no improvement and any sign of life. He never expected it would linger this much and now there was this fear groaning in him, reminding him that Nku wasn’t going to make it.

Whenever he visited, he would hold his hand and weep tirelessly looking forward to the day he would hold his hands and kiss his, killer-lips once again with his...