A month had passed since Halima's burial, Mohammed was still yet to be found and Ifeoma was still sulking about her best friend's death.
The morning she got home after that dreadful incident had been the most agonizing one of her life, her husband had held her in his arms for hours while she cried her heart out.
Ifeoma was on her way to the hospital for her monthly check up when she came across Fali.
"Ifeoma! How Una Dey!" The chubby woman greeted cheerfully.
[How are you?]
"I'm fine, dear. How is your husband?" Ifeoma responded with the same energy.
"He Dey o! I just Dey come from market, I go buy baby stuffs." Fali said.
[He's fine. I just returned from the market, I went to get baby stuffs]
Ifeoma almost rolled her eyes.
Was she trying to make her envious of the baby bump she was getting?