The Enchanted Islands of Ada

  The day Ndidi died, she lost the battle  but not the war for her sisters continued to fight. The taste of anxiety on my tongue dissolved into a salty flavor of blood. I bit my tongue again. It's the second time in two minutes. I am drowning in my anxiety. A lonely tear drop moisten my lashes, I dared it to complete its course. It dried up as quickly as it formed, like an abandoned well in the desert. Njakiri's face loomed before me, his big brown eyes stared at me like one who has seen death. My throat welled up with a lump. The weight the size of Njakiri's Adam's apple that bounces when he talks. My right hand clutched my purse tight, a reflex action. My whole world revolved around my worldly possessions. Don't judge me, that is all I have in this life. Debilitating anxiety courses through my veins, seeping out of every pore on my skin, The saliva lump held me in a chokehold threatening to strangle me as my nightmares multiplied. I knew that look. I have seen it ...