Eko sat on the brim of the wide bed venting, her face oily and nose runny; her lips corrugated from the harmattan wind. After her chores she had entered the bedroom to stretch her back on the colorful woolen duvet. Her wrapper held tight above her breasts. As she made to the wardrobe, the door creaked and her husband stormed in wearing a caftan with trousers that seemed to have been used more than it wanted. There was grave silence, only for the rotor of the ceiling fan above.

Her husband tiptoed to the wine cabinet and a glass crackled, its amorphous pieces rippling on the floor, "I have the divorce papers on the table" he finally mumbled. As he walked out of the bedroom with the gait of a cat, she knew it was finally over; the cement that had held their wall of marriage for three years had broken like a piece of glass. "think about the children, what will become of them" she said quivering.

"you should have thought of that before your act".

"remember all our promises" her filmy eyes peering at favor and Ira. The affair with her acclaimed cousin was out at last.