It was Dawn when he stirred and opened his eyes, his head ached so much like the pounding of cocoyam for onugbu soup. He could feel his body temperature climaxing. His hands very weak, and his eyes were dizzy. He managed to lift himself from the couch where he had passed the night. The purple old worn-out couch now served as his bed ever since Ifeoma his younger sister went back to school. He had covered himself up with an old bed spread the previous night to keep his shivering body in check. He hated it whenever he felt this way, but there was little or nothing he could do about it.
He staggered towards the door, slide the curtain to the left and staggered out into the varandah. His mom sat there,...