Father said I should forgive him, that vengeance was of the Lord.
”Ekemma.” His eyes bore admonition. ”One who harbours grudge against another is a prisoner of oneself.”
But the din of Aguiyi’s door slamming close, shutting me out permanently, continues to echo in my mind, exhuming the diatribes and assaults that I suffered in his hands.
I look at my protruded tummy and tears trail down my cheeks. He denied responsibility.
My spirit splits into two, and I feel a surge of blood in me. ”Avenge me,” I mumble, touching my tummy.
The baby inside me kicks on impulse.