Nwelu sighed for the umpteenth time. Her breath was ragged and sour, making a few other passengers turn their faces to the other side of the vehicle. Her appearance was appalling, with her dirty and sallow skin, rough nails on her hands and feet, scant and matted hair, and yellow teeth.

God Knows All Transit Motors was set to take off to Onitsha. Nwelu had just returned from her husband's hometown in Asaba, where she had been mourning and doing other sacred cow rites, as a send-off ritual.

Nwelu was now returning to Onitsha, to be with her 6 children, just before her late husband's relatives relegated her children to other Towns and Villages. Nwelu wouldn't want that to happen.

She crooned to herself, as she waited for a few other passengers to arrive. She bought some biscuits and a vial of soft drink, eating and drinking, like it was her last. A little baby cried to have a bite and taste from Nwelu's meagre meal. She agreed to share her small breakfast, but the child's angry Mother rebuffed sightly, with a feign smile etched on her face.

The journey began shortly, as Nwelu continued her sing-song moment. She was lost in her thoughts, silently hoping and praying to God that this vehicle, with God Knows All emblazoned on it, would give her a miracle.

Just then, her phone buzzed in vigour, like a busy bee. It was a call, coming from Asaba. She got the shocking news quickly, making the prickly heat on her face suddenly mitigate.

The Mother of her late husband had passed away, after her confession of killing her own son. Nwelu sighed again, arranging her dirty and matted hair into a bun, while the little baby cried for Nwelu to hold her. Nwelu was suddenly free, and her miracle had come.