I could feel my frown deepening as my husband held my hand and continued to pull me to only God knows where. We have already walked almost an hour from our village and my body hasn’t still recovered from the day’s farm work.

“Where are you taking me?” I asked him again.

“Obi’m” (my heart) he answered softly, smiling radiantly at me.

“Don’t worry we are here already.”

I stopped in...