The tears could not stop trickling as she covered her face with her hands. She wished she didn’t return home early to overhear her husband planning her divorce with Nku, the beautiful- handsome one he could die for. Their escapade was real. Even in the grave they wished to cuddle and sleep on; She had not heard such words after Sen. Madu’s ring sank into her finger. Aku kept their chastity even when mummy-looks boys pulled her way back in Lagos. She shook her Brazilian hair, started stroking into it as she wept and dashed on the marbled floor like a kid denied of cookies. Her eyes became watery, with...