She would go.
But she would go in style.
She would go with her head held high.
She would go with her three beautiful children.
The day of the ceremony arrived. It was a Saturday morning. Chuka’s compound was filled with guests. There were canopies set up everywhere. A live band was playing. Coolers of food and drinks lined the walls.
Chuka had spared no expense. He wanted everyone to see his success.
He walked around greeting guests with Nkechi by his side, carrying their baby. He was smiling widely, accepting congratulations from everyone. His chest was puffed out with pride once again.
“Finally, God has blessed me with a child,” he kept saying. “It just took the right woman.”
