GRACE
Friday 11:00 am
"Raliat, what is the matter with you? You've been acting cold to everyone since you came back home. You don't even speak to your grandmother." Mr. Usman half-yelled at his daughter, who was still on the bed in her nightwear, pretending to be asleep.
It was exactly a week since Raliat was caught by the police In Kaduna and she was in her bed, with her eyes closed, reminiscing about all that had happened.
Both the good and bad memories brought tears to her eyes.
The good memories were too good and sweet to let go of. The bad ones made her heart itk.
But what hurts the most was her heart.
Her heart was yet to be healed. Maybe it was too soon, she thought. She wondered how she was going to cope with academics and life in general. The zeal for everyo
