Ahh, this heat will not kill me. Njideka fanned herself with her hands. She was not drenched with sweat, but she could feel the hotness in every part of her body. A cup of cold water will do. She picked up the clay cup. The bamboo bed whined from her weight when she stood up. She was grateful for the coldness of the ground when her bare feet kissed them. I should spray the mate on the floor. She thought, looking at the hard floor that was made of mud. She headed outside, towards the kitchen to get the water. The sun has not shown its head yet, but its rays rested on the edge of the palm trees, giving light to the warm glorious morning.“Nwanyi mara mma, ututu oma, (Good morning beautiful woman),” Mama Nnenna greeted “Ututu oma
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