STINGS AND STITCHES
Forgetting him was impossible. As impossible as seeing a shadow in the dark. Nnenna lay on her back, with eyes working tirelessly on the ceiling. It's been 7years since he left, 7years of excruciating pain. Tears formed in her eyes as she reminisced over the short yet heart-melting memory she had of him. His physiques registered in her mind, this time more vividly. His weakening smile and his broad shoulders gave his neck enough impetus to carry his large head. Yea, beautiful large head. She could still hear the echo of his voice, his thunderous laughter which sent her to Limbo. It was one of the Saturdays in February, a day synonymous with weddings. Nnenna was all dressed for her friend's conjugal celebration, that which every woman dreams of. She ...