I noticed her again.

Rosary in her hands and a bible clamped in her armpit.

She walked wearily like the world rested on her shoulders.

As everyone briskly walked to their various work place in search for daily bread every morning , She would make her way into the church opposite my shop.

Perhaps in search for heavenly manna

By 6pm, I would notice her movement out of the church heading home.

It was a daily ritual.

Curiosity got the better part of me one day, I decided to see what...