Chapter eighteen

With the sky overcast, the wind blowing as hard as it could, accompanied by rumblings of thunder, it soon rained so heavily that she found her sitting in the shade of a baobab tree, head in her hands, in tears, lost in her thoughts.

_ What happened, Ma'Khady? Why are you in such a state? Ndeye asked.

_ Pen... For..... years, I..... trusted him,.... loved him....... shared everything.... with him.... and even followed.... him in all his plans.... up to carrying his child.... his child. Can you believe it? Says Ma'Khady.

_ I can't imagine how much it must hurt but you have me.

_ Did you know that?

_ I...

_ You knew, didn't you?

_ Yes... Although I'm sure it's not as explicit as it is for you.

_ Fa'Bintou, Moha, and Ibra too, I suppose?

_ Yes, they do.

_ You must have laughed at my ignorance! What I deserve for being a super naive, super envious cunt for wanting what was never meant for me! And mainly for being a fool, a tool all these years!