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My end was near … I could feel it.
I felt it in the cold of the pouring rain, in the glassy stare of the pedestrians and motorists racing for cover. But in the haze of my confusion and pain, I noted the crystals of ice falling from the sky, an oddity I had long gotten accustomed to. My face lit up for an ephemeral second as I remembered briefly my surprise, the first time I witnessed this ice rain during my first visit to Kano State, but that was a long time ago. A lot had since happened, a lot had changed and most likely, things were never going to be the same again.
I shivered as I thought of her.
Odufa … my love.
When did everything go so wrong?
Tears slid down my eyes as I reminisced. And as I replayed the past events in my head, I had a sudden urge to tell my story, to unfold its intimate details in its fullness, So that you who would be patient enough to follow me on this journey, may judge. So that one day my son would know what truly happened in the months preceding his birth, in the weeks after his birth, and in the months and years that were to follow.
I closed my eyes and journeyed to the beginning.
It all began in February 2010…