That afternoon, the steaming heat of the sun thrashed me with the hostile energies of its malignant intensity. l had reached home pounding aggressively on the door, but no one opened the door. l paused for a while and l heard Blessing's voice clearly. She kept talking as l knocked. She spoke so effortlessly as if her mouth was a musical instrument that just let sound out when touched, her stream of sentences punctuated by her factitious laughter. My jaw clenched hard; l was sweating profusely as a result of the blistering heat of the sun. "Open this door!" I growled angrily, kicking and pounding at the door. Blessing opened...