Removing her hand from his face, she looked at him and said, “You’re supposed to kiss me at midnight.” And he did.
It was almost 6pm and dusk was already beginning to set in; the chickens that moved out in groups at dawn to search for food in the streets and in dustbins had already returned to roost and were strutting around the compound like they owned the place.
My “home” was devoid of the normal feelings a regular household bore. There was no love, no care, no happiness, no laughter resounding through our walls. Our lives were characterized by gloom, tears, hunger, shame and fear of a monster.