He lives in me
Photo credit: Kanife Confidence “Cheta, bring those bags inside,” mom said as she found her way into the house. I murmured and dragged my tired feet out of the car, having been sitting for over five hours. The journey from Benue to Umudim in Abia state was indeed a long one. We had returned to the village for Christmas; a yearly routine for us. We arrived earlier this year because we used the family car, not public transport. The sun had started to set and it was getting dark but we didn’t miss the opportunity of glimpsing the 'village' sunset. Mom had confessed to never wanting to spend her Christmas in the city. To her, the village environment during Christmas was “heavenly.” An hour after we arrived, Aunty Somachi; dad’s elder sister who was married in the neighboring village brought us some food. My heart leapt for joy because I really wasn’t down to cook after the long, tiring trip. I just wanted to eat, stay on my phone, sleep, and get all the energy I needed for clea