Akintomide Ifedayo Adigwe
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ISBN - 9781301400331
It was a cold evening. The sky was overcast with thick cumulonimbus clouds. A moist earthy scent hung everywhere, an evidence of the recent rains in the area.
Ginika Odogwu stood quietly, sad and forlorn and her hazel eyes filled with unshed tears. The ragged black dress she wore rustled in the slight breeze as she sighed taking a lungful of the cold air.
She was of average height, about five feet two inches tall with a lean angular face, full red lips, brooding eyes and thick eyebrows. Her hair was long, crinkled and curly as was natural of the people of African descent. It covered her head like a shroud, round like a halo.
She was pretty; not in a loud distracting sort of way. Her prettiness was wholesome, natural like fresh dew on an early morning. It was not dissimilar from a rose in full bloom. Her looks had almost always gotten her more than a few male appreciative looks. Sort of like the looks she sometimes got from her stepfather.
That thought made her stiffen and she glanced back at the tiny hut behind her. Loud snores emanated from within its depths. It was her home and she lived there with her stepfather, her mother and her five younger siblings.