Nku could feel the sharp pain bubbling. It was recurring again in a more dreadful way. He winced as a sharp pain shot through his buttocks. “Where is your rest room?” he asked Opula who gaped at him.

“That way,” she answered, pointing to the dark corridor which yawned at them.

“I will be right back,” Nku said and stood up, with his hands on his waist. He locked up himself in the toilet, and pulled out his pain relief pills from his pocket and gulped it down with water. He held his buttocks and winced in the mirror. The recrudescent of how Sen. Madu had been handling him in...