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Romance / Re: Should I Cancel My Marriage Plans? by Clarakings(f): 7:39pm On May 16, 2016
Truth is a man that you caught cheating while preparing for marriage will continue cheating afterwards. Even if you confront him, of course he will promise not to repeat such but what happens later? Suspend whatever marriage plans you have for now, sit your mum down and explain the situation to her after confronting Mr Sucker. And then think about how a lifelong commitment to this man will affect you should a child result from his marital affairs. Don't be in a hurry to settle down with this man. 27 aren't to old, so take your time to make the right decisions.
And please pray and let God direct you. All men do not cheat like some would say. I am lucky to have one of the good ones by the grace of God. Be wise.
Romance / Re: Man Proposes To His Girlfriend In Traffic In Yaba Today by Clarakings(f): 2:22pm On May 08, 2016
greatness22:
Must they carry their madness called love to the public? See another show of madness. SMH
Laf wan kill me. grin
greatness22:
Must they carry their madness called love to the public? See another show of madness. SMH
Laf wan kill me.
Religion / Re: Is That Really Jesus? By Reno Omokri by Clarakings(f): 10:14am On Jan 04, 2016
Mpanyi:
Whether the image depicts Christ or not is not the issue. Even if accurately depicts him, it is still image. The fact is the image constantly reminds every one that comes across of Him whom it represents. And once consencrated, it is treated with respect that is given holy things. If some people actually know and have holy things. The bronze serpent, the ark, the cherubs, were all done according to specifications. And they became holy and powerful due to holy things/condition they represented and would represent
. The bronze serpent made by Moses was commanded by God then. Now the commandment to us is:"Ye shall not". Read your bible very well.
Religion / Re: Is That Really Jesus? By Reno Omokri by Clarakings(f): 10:10am On Jan 04, 2016
mulante:
Mr Obinna, a private individual built a church with his own money and decide to embellish the church building with a great statue according to his personal faith and belief in the Catholic Church and he has received nothing but mostly insults from fellow Nigerians who think they have a better perception of what Jesus looked like.

I know for a fact that in other territories, uncountable statues of Jesus have been built by persons and governments amidst fanfare, even if only for the revenue potential from tourist attraction. You can see a list of even larger statues here:

http://www.kuriositas.com/2013/02/the-tallest-statues-of-jesus-christ-in.html?m=1

Let us stop this our holier than thou attitudes and appreciate a good effort. In my opinion, the bible is permissible of statues where such statues are not graven to be worshipped but to venerate and honour only. This opinion is taken from my interpretation of the passage below.

Leviticus 26:1King James Version (KJV)
Ye shall make you no idols nor graven image, neither rear you up a standing image, neither shall ye set up any image of stone in your land, to bow down unto it: for I am the Lord your God...

Let us be a bit more kind with our words. If Mr Obinna was indeed wrong in building the church and the statue according to his Catholic faith, it is clearly not for us to judge.
Read that scripture again more carefully. It says "ye shall make you no idols...." for whatever reason. The commandment says"don't".
Romance / Re: How Can She Break This News To Her Fiance?!! by Clarakings(f): 3:52pm On Dec 23, 2015
I will start like this. Marriage is a lifelong commitment and one should think carefully before going into. Good news both of you love each other very much. Now Osu caste system is still strongly practiced in some Igbo communities inspite of the advent of christianity. And I can understand where the parents are coming from. Even if she eventually wins the parents' consent, I doubt if the members of her family will want to partake in such marriage. Before she makes up her mind and go ahead to marry the guy:
*she should confide in her mother about the pregnancy and see if they will shift ground
*Incase the parents refuses still, can she live without her parents' blessing for all her married life
*Can she ignore the effect on her kids
All in all, she should pray and seek God's counsel.
Sports / Re: Man Breaks His TV After ManU Lost Their Match Tonight (Photo) by Clarakings(f): 10:45pm On Dec 13, 2015
End time football fan....smh
Literature / Re: Diary Of A Nigerian Schoolgirl by Clarakings(f): 11:42pm On Oct 14, 2015
I yawned and stretched out on the mat as rays of sunlight from the slightly opened window hit my eyes. Dera had rolled onto the floor therefore affording me enough space on the mat. I looked at the bed where father was sleeping soundly. Mother appeared to have been up early because I couldn't see her around the room. I dragged my tired self outside, and shut the door quietly behind me.
"Good morning Mother" I greeted on seeing her bent over a bucket. My voice startled her and she hastily wiped off saliva that was trickling from her mouth, and that was when I knew that she had been vomiting.
"Mother are you having fever? Should I get some medication for you?" I asked searching her face as she tried to force on a smile but I was not deceived.
"No, I am fine. Its just the stress of yesterday. I will just wash my face and I will be alright".
I nodded forcing myself to believe that she is alright even when she appeared pale. Deep down within me I knew that there was more to mother's paleness than she was making me to believe.
I had done the little chore at home while putting together the last tuber of yam in the house for breakfast. Dera had woken up a little disappointed that his trap inside the compound had caught nothing save for grasshopper.
"Such a waste of time" I muttered as he busied himself setting it after freeing the helpless creature.
We ate in silence savoring every bit of the porridge. Dera was washing the dishes in the kitchen reluctantly when a loud knock on the gate interrupted my train of thoughts and we stilled for a moment. Although doing domestics was not one of Dera's favourite but he seemed not to have much choice on this one. The knocking came again and this time louder.
"Open the gate, it is the youth of Isieke" a voice said from behind the gate.
Literature / Re: Diary Of A Nigerian Schoolgirl by Clarakings(f): 5:36pm On Sep 30, 2015
Clarakings:
Immediately they left, mother heaved a sigh of relief and sat down on the pavement and Dera hurriedly went to lock the gate. I went in search of my Father behind the house carefully calling out his name softly. He emerged from behind the bathroom all clothed in mud. I quickly fixed water for him to wash up before he joined us in the house. Mother had stopped crying as Peter snored away in his arms.
"This is worse than I anticipated. Who would have thought that our peaceful village will turn to a war land. I just hope this fracas ends soon because feeding will soon be a problem". Mother said staring into nothingness. I brought out the mat from under the bed, carried Peter from mother's arms and laid him on the mat.
"I have been thinking of a way you and the children can leave this village at least for the time being".
"Pa Ibe said its not safe to leave the village yet and besides if we are leave, you must come with us because you are not fit for war yet".
"Don't worry about me, God will take care of me". We turned to look at Father simultaneously. His new found faith in the God he once insulted was a surprise to us. He seemed to notice and began to explain.
"While in the prison, some persons came to preach to us about the gospel of our Lord Jesus Christ. Prior to that time, I had attempted to commit suicide twice but the warder intercepted me and I kept cursing this man in my mind. I never knew that God was using him to save my life because I lost so much blood in my last attempt before he saw me. After that, I lost all hopes of living and even dying too. Life was meaningless to me coupled with the ill treatment meted out to prisoners. Living was intolerable for me until a group of persons came to minister to us. I found hope in the words that the said to us and strength in the little that they taught us. I instantly gave my life to Christ and since then I have felt a lot better knowing that I have this very hope" Father stopped to wipe a tear that have escaped unto his cheek.
"I know that I have lived a terrible life before now but I am new man now and I promise to be a better husband and father." Father finished as tears flowed from my eyes. I had never seen father this emotional before. Mother turned her face to wall and I wondered at her reaction. Mother seemed to have other problems bothering her other than the family issues and I could not stop thinking what it might be.
"Only time will tell" I thought to myself as father signaled us for our first ever family night prayers.
Literature / Re: Diary Of A Nigerian Schoolgirl by Clarakings(f): 1:59pm On Sep 25, 2015
Immediately they left, mother heaved a sigh of relief and sat down on the pavement and Dera hurriedly went to lock the gate. I went in search of my Father behind the house carefully calling out his name softly. He emerged from behind the bathroom all clothed in mud. I quickly fixed water for him to wash up before he joined us in the house. Mother had stopped crying as Peter snored away in his arms.
"This is worse than I anticipated. Who would have thought that our peaceful village will turn to a war land. I just hope this fracas ends soon because feeding will soon be a problem". Mother said staring into nothingness. I brought out the mat from under the bed, carried Peter from mother's arms and laid him on the mat.
"I have been thinking of a way you and the children can leave this village at least for the time being".
"Pa Ibe said its not safe to leave the village yet and besides if we are leave, you must come with us because you are not fit for war yet".
"Don't worry about me, God will take care of me". We turned to look at Father simultaneously. His new found faith in the God he once insulted was a surprise to us. He seemed to notice and began to explain.
"While in the prison, some persons came to preach to us about the gospel of our Lord Jesus Christ. Prior to that time, I had attempted to commit suicide twice but the warder intercepted me and I kept cursing this man in my mind. I never knew that God was using him to save my life because I lost so much blood in my last attempt before he saw me. After that, I lost all hopes of living and even dying too. Life was meaningless to me coupled with the ill treatment meted out to prisoners. Living was intolerable for me until a group of persons came to minister to us. I found hope in the words that the said to us and strength in the little that they taught us. I instantly gave my life to Christ and since then I have felt a lot better knowing that I have this very hope" Father stopped to wipe a tear that have escaped unto his cheek.
"I know that I have lived a terrible life before now but I am new man now and I promise to be a better husband and father." Father finished as tears flowed from my eyes. I had never seen father this emotional before. Mother turned her face to wall and I wondered at her reaction. Mother seemed to have other problems bothering her other than the family issues and I could not stop thinking what it might be.
"Only time will tell" I thought to myself as father signaled us for our first ever family night prayers.
Literature / Re: Diary Of A Nigerian Schoolgirl by Clarakings(f): 1:01pm On Sep 25, 2015
After sometime that it would take a spittle to dry off elapsed, the knocking came again and this time louder than the first.
"Since there is no grown man in this household, we desire to see the occupants of this compound!" A voice thundered from behind the gate.
"Its just me and my children!" Mother shouted in an unsteady voice.
"Isioma you are lying!" A familiar voice replied and we stilled for a moment. I was contemplating on whose voice that could be when the name hit me like a thunderbolt. Uncle Mathew!
"I know that your husband is in there. Open this gate to prove me wrong or the youths of Isieke will bring down this gate!"
"Francis, stay in here let me go and reason with them".
"You know Mathew is one person that could never reason with you in this village. He is only interested in doing anything that will bring me down".
The knocking on our gate turned into a bang and it appeared as if Uncle Mathew would carry out his threat.
"I would find somewhere and hide. Listen to me, your father is not around ". Father said to us before dashing behind the house. Mother tearfully went to open the gate and the youths sauntered in and broke into a war song.
"Comb the compound and bring him out. Every man must fight for our land!" Uncle Mathew commanded and they all disappeared into different corners still chanting war songs. Uncle Mathew strode to where Mother stood and muttered to our hearing.
"He is not only a fool but also a coward".
Mother eyed him icily and spat on the ground.
"Better a coward than a Jezebel" mother tool some steps away from him.
I darted glances at the youths that were ransacking everywhere, my heart in my mouth, expecting them to come out with father at any time.
"You would be sorry you never married me".
"Do your worse" mother said through her tears while Uncle Mathew smiled mischievously.
"He is not anyway here" the youths said to a disappointed Uncle Mathew.
"Did you search everywhere?"
"Yes Sir" they echoed in unison.
"Let's go then." They turned to leave and he leaned very close to mother's ear and whispered.
"I will be back".
Literature / Re: Wedding Pics Of A Nairalander! by Clarakings(f): 12:19pm On Sep 25, 2015
Oyinprince:
Wow! Beautiful pictures cheesy

Happy married life to you, Na so so triplets una go born, Amen?


*runs out of thread*
Triplets??...*opens mouth*.....twins r just ok, tnx.
Literature / Re: Wedding Pics Of A Nairalander! by Clarakings(f): 10:51am On Sep 25, 2015
Kitme:
Happy married life..
You will enjoy and not endure your marriage.
Btw, Clarakings are you the bride or you're posting on behalf of someone??
Amen. Am d bride....don't tell anyone o
Literature / Re: Diary Of A Nigerian Schoolgirl by Clarakings(f): 12:56pm On Sep 24, 2015
"It is really very bad. They captured Onowu and took him as hostage. They have really staged a war and our people are preparing to repay them in the same coin. They have already started recruiting both men and youth for the war and the way I am seeing it, there would be many casualties. The Ome people killed three persons today that went to farm in the said land. I will advise that you stay put in your house as very few persons are aware that you have returned. Focus on recovering from your many days of torture. War has no regard for any man".
"I have heard you my friend, thank you so much. But how safe would my family be still in this place?.
"For now there is nothing much you can do. We are suspecting that the Ome people had secured all the boundaries leading outside Isieke with their warriors. It will be in everyone's interest to remain in Isieke for now till we break the siege. So let them be here for now. I will be leaving because the darkness is growing thicker and human souls will soon be a prey for the spirits."
"Ka chi fo".
"Goodnite my friend"
Father secured the gate after Pa ibe left. We hadn't even eaten dinner and the way mother sat hurdled in a corner, she was far from thinking about dinner. The tension that settled in the house had lessened after Pa Ibe left. At least, we have some knowledge about the situation at hand. Peter yawned loudly stretching at the same time and this attracted mother's attention. I smiled at him secretly grateful for this one thing he did.
"Nene go and make the remaining garri let's make do for dinner". My eyes pleaded with Dera to come and assist me and he followed me willingly. His stomach must have felt the heat of the day.
"Do it quietly". Mother said and I nodded .
We hurriedly made the garri. I didn't even bother to pound it in a mortar for fear of making noise. I only managed to turn it in a bowl and dished the soup before it could boil properly. We were onto the last lap of the garri when we heard a loud knock on the gate. We stilled for a moment and the knocking continued.
"Is there any grown man in this compound, this is the people of Isieke". A voice said from outside the gate.
Father quickly washed his hands and stood up.
"You can't go out there. Remember what your friend, Ibe said". Father sat back.
"Is there any man?" The voice shouted again.
"No" Mother shouted so much for them to hear and the knocking ceased but not for long.
Literature / Re: Wedding Pics Of A Nairalander! by Clarakings(f): 12:21pm On Sep 24, 2015
DaGC:
Wishing you marital bliss smiley
Congratulations.
tnx.
Literature / Re: Diary Of A Nigerian Schoolgirl by Clarakings(f): 4:57pm On Sep 10, 2015
The neighborhood had maintained the silence even at dusk. We had changed into another clothes after I shamefully mopped under the bed. I had never felt such embarrassment before my entire family and so I felt awkward throughout the evening. Father had managed to remove some locks from the door but no one had stepped out of the compound for fear of what lay beyond the compound.
"Papa Nene" I heard a voice call out almost in a whisper. I moved closer to the window and the voice called out again from over the fence.
"Papa Nene, its me Pa Ibe. Open the gate for me." I called for Father's attention and he hesitated for a while before answering the caller.
"Come quietly to the gate, I will open it now.
Both hurried inside the house as if being pursued by an antelope and Father locked the door behind them. We greeted Pa Ibe as he sat down and wiped the beads of sweat that creased his forehead.
"Ibe you are very brave to be on the road after what happened today. How is your family?"
"I should have warned you earlier today my friend, my friend. I saw it coming, so I sent my family to my wife's maternal home across Udom river yesterday."
"How bad is it?"
Literature / Re: Diary Of A Nigerian Schoolgirl by Clarakings(f): 3:00pm On Sep 10, 2015
Father added more locks to the already secured door as the banging continued. My urinary tract responded to the ferocity at which my heart is pumping blood and I allowed the liquid to flow freely.
"Water is touching me." Peter shouted.
"Sssshhhh" Mother hushed him into silence.
Pangs of guilt hit me like the cold harmmattan breeze and I swallowed in shame as Dera swore under his breath. The warm liquid had found its way into his clothes and he must have noticed that it is no ordinary water.
Father rummaged in the drawer for a fraction os second and emerged with his life-long radio. I wondered if the gadget would even work after five long idle years were there to be a battery to power it on. He fumbled with the object and after a while, I heard him wince out in pain. A soldier that lodged in the radio had bitten him out of frustration for disturbing its peace.
The banging had ceased but the songs continued. Father had settled down to nurse his pain after killing the mischievous ant. Mother who was sweating profusely dabbed her eyes occasionally to prevent the tears from spilling. Every other person remained quiet. After what seemed like ages, the war songs faded out in the distance and the whole neighborhood was engulfed in silence. We crawled out gently from under the bed soaked in my own waste. I tried to pretend that it was water but one look from Mother said it all.
Literature / Re: Diary Of A Nigerian Schoolgirl by Clarakings(f): 2:52pm On Sep 10, 2015
Olaide59:
I'm glad u're able to update at last. Nice one
Yea I am though its a bit stressful. Had to type few words and then modify it as many times as possible. The result of this is that the updates are gonna be short. Tnx tho.
Literature / Re: Diary Of A Nigerian Schoolgirl by Clarakings(f): 2:28pm On Sep 10, 2015
"Why would they declare war on us? What have we done to them? Is war the best possible solution?" The words tumbled out of my mouth simultaneously as Dera glared me into silence. The sound of a gunshot had us running into the house. The pandemonium roused father from sleep and he stared at us questioningly. I waited patiently for mother to explain.
"It is Ome people. They have declared war on us. They are all over the village with arms and ammunitions."
The confusion on Father's face seemed to dissipate a little as he dressed up hastily and made as if to go out.
"You can't go out there, its no child's play. This is war."
Just then, the sound of bullet that settled on our roof gave mother's word credence and Father reluctantly sat on the bed. A loud banging on our gate sent tearful Peter running into mothers arms. My legs were barely supporting my frame. The banging came again, this time accompanied with chants of war songs.
"This is our land! This is our heritage! We have come to recover!"
Mother quickly pushed us under the bed and carefully concealed us with clothes and bags save for little hole enough for my roving eyes. The fear of what would happen should those bandits break into our compound sent my heartbeat doubling in octaves.

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Literature / Re: Diary Of A Nigerian Schoolgirl by Clarakings(f): 10:36am On Sep 10, 2015
Who did I offend o. MOD help me out na!!! Still can't update.
Literature / Re: Literature/Writing Section's "Chat Central!" by Clarakings(f): 3:41pm On Sep 09, 2015
Somebody heeellllp! I can't update my work.
Literature / Re: Diary Of A Nigerian Schoolgirl by Clarakings(f): 2:54pm On Sep 09, 2015
Oga Seun, I am experiencing a little difficulty here updating my work. I click on 'submit', and I don't see the work again. Plz help!
Literature / Re: Diary Of A Nigerian Schoolgirl by Clarakings(f): 2:47pm On Sep 09, 2015
Plz I don't know what is happening to my thread. I have tried updating twice but it ain't showing. MOD, what could be wrong?
Literature / Re: Wedding Pics Of A Nairalander! by Clarakings(f): 8:54pm On Sep 08, 2015
Rukkydelta:
Congratulations happy married life
Tanchu
Literature / Re: Wedding Pics Of A Nairalander! by Clarakings(f): 7:17pm On Sep 08, 2015
Shebarh:
God bless ya home
Amen
Literature / Re: Wedding Pics Of A Nairalander! by Clarakings(f): 7:17pm On Sep 08, 2015
DaGC:
Wishing you marital bliss smiley
Congratulations.
Tanchu
Literature / Re: Wedding Pics Of A Nairalander! by Clarakings(f): 5:43pm On Sep 07, 2015
More pics!

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Literature / Wedding Pics Of A Nairalander! by Clarakings(f): 5:40pm On Sep 07, 2015
Quite a wedding, nothing like it!

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Literature / Re: Diary Of A Nigerian Schoolgirl by Clarakings(f): 3:29pm On Sep 07, 2015
So sorry I went off like that. Went to grab my better half and off the moon we went. Buh am back now...with full force!

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Literature / Re: Diary Of A Nigerian Schoolgirl by Clarakings(f): 5:00pm On Aug 07, 2015
It was supposed to be a school day but the town crier has announced earlier in the day that some news got into the kings ear that the people of Ome are staging a war against us because of the land dispute. No one knows what they have up their sleeve and so the king advised that parents should keep their school children at home for safety. We have suspended all plans of attending school for the day while waiting for further instructions from the king.
I folded my dresses neatly into my bag. As usual, the silence from last night has propounded like one in a graveyard. Save for the morning greeting, there has been no discussion of any sort all day as everyone maintained sealed lips like it was an abomination to talk. Mother had left unusually very early for the shop and returned only to give us bread for our breakfast. Father on the other hand had been sleeping for most part of the day after going through his bag and box of clothes. He even surprised me this morning by going on his knees to say some words of prayers and I wondered at this great change.
I glanced at Dera and Peter who were making a new cage for their new bird and shook my head in disbelief at much time they could spend on a wasteful venture. The other bird hadn't lived for another week and he is concentrating so much on such venture again. Its their business anyway. I heard a loud thud and I kept still to ascertain where the voice was coming from. Just then mother pushed the gate with so much force and ran into the compound stopping for as much as to lock the gate securely behind her. Dera and Peter looked up immediately, all our eyes fixed on her as she walked towards the house in unsteady feet.
"Mother...."I ran to support her and we managed to make her sit on the pavement.
"They are finally on us" she said breathlessly.
"They? Who are they?" I asked in fear-laden voice.
"Ome people. They are everywhere with guns and cutlasses. It seemed they have declared war on us".
Literature / Re: Diary Of A Nigerian Schoolgirl by Clarakings(f): 1:37pm On Aug 07, 2015
evaZee:
where are you Claraking ?
Right here with you.
Literature / Re: Diary Of A Nigerian Schoolgirl by Clarakings(f): 5:10pm On Aug 05, 2015
The silence that lingered as we ate our dinner thickened and could slice through a wall. The silence and the cold stares was beginning to gnaw at me especially from mother and father. The two had hardly shared a word inspite of our presence in the room. I hadn't expected a grand homecoming and happy family re-union but this is worse than I anticipated. I shared the piece of meat into three portions and had Dera and Peter take a share before I left the remnants of the soup for the both of them. As I washed my hands in the kitchen I felt the urge to leave the house save for the time that was gradually drawing to dusk. The coldness and the distance that thawed between those two was making me very comfortable and I sat on the kitchen stool silently that dawn breaks soonest.
Dera brought out the remnants of the dishes and set it on the kitchen table.
"Having a second thought about father's homecoming big sister?" Dera said wiping his hands on his shorts. I looked sharply at him, my tongue refusing to utter a word.
"It seemed both of them can barely tolerate each other. I just pray they do better than this".
He said and strode off towards the room. I knew that such awkwardness would hardly escape Dera's notice. I sighed and walked towards the room my mind bent on forcing myself to sleep. Peter was already sleeping on the hard cold floor. I spread the mat, made lie on the mat and joined him leaving enough space for Dera when he decides to go to bed. I closed my eyes trying to recollect all that happened that evening and why mother had remained cold towards father. Is it that she had not really forgiven him for the shame he made her go through or that the love she claimed she had for him had slowly dissipated with the years? I shut my eyes tightly trying to fight the pangs of fears that engulfed me should the house become worse than it already is.
Literature / Re: Diary Of A Nigerian Schoolgirl by Clarakings(f): 12:00pm On Aug 05, 2015
I fixed father's bathing water and proceeded to serve his dinner. The house had become awfully silent and I wondered if mother even shared a word of welcome with father as I hadn't heard a word since both of them entered the house. Peter was beginning to doze off on the kitchen stool and I stirred him to wake before he will fall off from the stool.
Dera opened the gate and sauntered into the compound bearing a smug expression on his face.
"Father is back" I whispered to him as he drew closer to the kitchen.
"Like if I care" he said taking a neat portion on the kitchen bench.
"That's rude. At least show some concern, he's still our father."
"Our father indeed! He only fathered us by name and not in deeds". Dera said a hurt expression in his eyes.
I stared at him short of what to say. The hurt in his eyes tugged at my heart and I sat beside him temporarily abandoning my duty of serving the dinner.
"He's a better man now" I said turning my face from him to hide my misty eyes, silently praying that father will live to those words. Dera only shrugged.
"I agree he was...." The words drained out of my mouth when father emerged from the room ready to have his bath.
I quickly pinched Dera to remind him of his manners when he stared instead of greeting father and he muttered a disgruntled 'welcome father".
"Such a big boy now" father said patting his head.
I placed the food on the small table in the sitting room and sniffing sound from the other room drew my attention. I tiptoed closely, drew the blinds enough to see mother's face sobbing. I dropped the blinds in confusion as I wondered what her source of grief was. I hadn't heard the two exchanging words and father appeared too tired to have hit her. Or is there a sobbing syndrome that attacks mother whenever father is around?
The opening of the bathroom door told me that father is done having his bath and as I made to go and get his drinking water, mother hastily wiped her eyes pretending to look normal. And I marvelled at her transition.

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