I was determined to deal so badly with Fabian for everything he had made me go through. "How did I become this pathetic? I had a wonderful life and a bright career and everything is over just in a blink. Fabian must pay for everything he has done, I will make life miserable for him. He will come looking for me, I will make sure I wretchedness becomes his new name." These thoughts kept on running through my mind as I drove to Igala.

I could hear the distant beating of the popular igba- nla drum, mother drum being beaten and the shadow sound of the igba-nta, the smaller drum as I drove my Jeep towards Igala. Igala was a village known for festivities, there was always one party or the other. We had no worries, there was this popular saying; "why don't you have any worries like people from Igala." As I drew nearer, something gripped my heart, what it was, I couldn't tell. Could it be fear? Or anxiety of the unknown? A minister always says to me...

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