How did I get here? I thought to myself. I thought they said lightening
does not strike in the same place twice. Once bitten, twice shy and all that
hogwash but not in my case. I have been fooled again.
I have been on the floor of my bathroom for the past two days. I am yet
to move an inch even as the stench of the mixture of sweat, tears and dried
mucus starts to get offensive. I do not think I have the strength.
I sit here in shorts and bra as I wait for Efe. I wait for her to come soothe my pains. She walks into the bathroom asking me for the charger of my cell phone. I shout at her asking her to go
