A heavy and wretched cloak of sorrow hung over her, her incoherent mumbles and vacant eyes’ belie the once happy soul that lay within; many believe that she has lost her mind.
For her deeply lined face shows a map of the harsh hand life dealt her and her dejected haunting look, too uncomfortable to look at.
What they forgot was the loss of three healthy sons and her husband to a bomb in the market square.
What they didn’t know was how deeply she loved them and the excruciating pain of missing them.
What they failed to understand was that life’s pleasure was lost to her and each day, she trudged through the rubble praying for another explosion to take away her pain.
© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha