The normal morning started, my younger brother, Emeka ,would always wake me up with a tap to come wash his bum from his morning ritual of dropping the previous days meal. I stood up with a groan and a slight headache from the braids my mom made for me the previous day and walked with him, little hands in mine.
The morning wore a dress, the color of dusk as it kisses the sea. An unusual one. Anyways, as the day went by with it's dusty feel, I carried out all my task, from cleaning the windows to sweeping the...