Ọla cringed and sank deeper into the dark well she had created for moments like this. Her ears throbbed and her eyes hurt as Nkiru continued screaming, her words bouncing around, off the walls and out of the room; through the half-open doorway and reverberate in the empty staircase.
Mwute opened his eyes slowly to find himself on the floor. His clothes were covered in dust. He turned to see whose hand was holding him. He saw Omiiko and tears filled his eyes. He was grateful and ashamed at the same time.
Nneoma; her name came out weakly from his lips. His mind had it all figured out now. She had talked about it sometimes and laughed it off whenever he goes and tried to understand. He had felt there was a wall, but he couldn’t even feel it. How does one set about breaking down a wall he cannot see?
