Baye sat on the edge of the roughly hewn rock. It was a cool evening in December, and Lokoja was welcoming the sun back into her watery wombs, its crimson glow dancing off the Niger River or was it the Benue River? She couldn’t tell. She had grown up in this city but had never bothered to explore its desecrated and abandoned tourist sites.
This evening, she wished she had been a little more aware and curious about other things and other people. To not be stuck here waiting on the edge of the rock where Yebo had left her. Her tears were not for the love lost, but for the days past when she had loved one man like there was no tomorrow.
Baye was still sitting on the edge of the roughly hewn rock, waiting for the day the sun would rise again, and she could continue this dance of the blind, of which she was accustomed.
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Read – Finding my Faith – A Flash Fiction by Nkiruka Daria Ojukwu, Nigeria
