Cold At Dusk

   Kamsi sat up on the bed and crossed her legs yoga style while she thought of other things to occupy her time rather than sleeping. She was still in her favorite pink satin nightwear, not showered yet.  The cramps she had been experiencing before she slept had subsided a little. The pangs still shot up from time to time but not anything that she could not manage. It was a Monday. Her husband had gone to work, same as most people but she was at home. After two years and more she was still getting the hang of being a full time house wife.  The idea of having a job had posed as no problem till after her marriage when Mark realized that her work was inconvenient based on distance and he asked her to quit with the promise of a better job. Her former job had nothing to do with the fine arts she studied in school but she loved it. It kept her busy.  Th

It is only a man without problems that sleeps at peace and Kamsi was not that man. She was not a woman who knew how to deal with pain. She burdened her heart with alot of thoughts and even when she sleeps, her thoughts follow her to the realms of dreams where they taunt her with even exaggerated versions.  A cold war rose after the night Kamsi mentioned Ella's coming. She had been expecting it; Silence was Mark's own attack or rather response in situations like that. Not responding to her greetings, eating food she prepared without acknowledging her and suddenly becoming just a house mate to her. The silent treatment became a norm ever since the first disagreement they had about quitting her job. She did not like the idea, Mark persisted sweetly until it became a quarrel where he no more responded to her greetings. She was used to their quarrel even though she hoped they would grow past it. She did not know when or how. Those quarrels w

Chapter Six• "If we are faithless He will remain faithful For he can not disown himself. " Kamsiriochukwu had read the Bible verse most mornings and nights she knelt to pray, When her faith was so little that it seemed sinful even . She had not been a good church goer in her university days. She had followed Maka to church twice in her final year and she was made leader of the drama group without interview or investigation. It was what brought her closer to the church - That was the sole purpose of the post. She had thought she could not act on stage but the post made her realize that people could do anything if they just try.  That Bible verse did not leave her lips that morning. She had gone to pick her test result with Ella, her newly acquired handbag . Her little faith was still ringing negativity while she still hoped for positivity.  She waited for a lon