Stupid, stupid, stupid. That’s what Ifeanyi thought as he hit his head on the wall constantly. Maybe by so doing he would finally get Amina out of his head. She refused to leave no matter how much he’d tried to push her out. He couldn’t be thinking about her, couldn’t be dreaming about her, couldn’t love kissing her when he loved his wife.
He could only love one woman, would only love one woman. He took a swig out of the bottle in his hand and closed his eyes as the alcohol burned down his throat. He tried to picture Amarachi’s face, her dark eyes as black as the night, her curly locks, the shape of her lips when she smiled but the image was fading from his memory, he couldn’t remember how she looked like.
He stared up at the ceiling expecting to see her face but all he saw was the whi
