...to walk down that aisle. The spirit of motivational speaking left me, the spirit of boldness left me. My mind wasn’t at peace. I stood up gently and walked out of the auditorium, not minding if there was heavy downpour. I walked into the rain, I was soaked but it didn’t matter. “Excuse me madam” a lady’s voice screamed behind me. But I didn’t turn. I drove off that evening, in my wet body. *** The next morning, I woke up in pains. I felt my panties wet. I knew something was wrong, I dipped my hands into my panties and saw blood. It was menses, I cleaned up and prepared the kids for school. As I alighted from the car to drop them in their classes, a woman dressed in a corporate attire approached me. “You are so weak, why did you allow a common maid to take away your husband?” she asked boldly. But I didn’t reply. I dodged her and took the kids to their classes. As I drove home, my phone rang. It was Salma the choir mistress of hills ministries. I picked the call reluctantly. “He...