Ahamefuna

  There's something about Ahamefuna that disturbs my spirit. He came home from work like every other day, tired but excited to see his family. He put up a long grin that almost looks fake, holding a bag of groceries I had asked for earlier in the day. The atmosphere changed with his presence, the feeling of dear gripped me tightly but I remained calm anyways. I kept asking how his day went and he kept ignoring the question like he didn't hear what I said. I kept looking at him, looking for traces of anything that would confirm my fears...

He kept starring at me like he had a thousand words to say but was held back by a border. I could see him from the side of my eyes as I cut vegetables for dinner. I couldn't place my hands on this mystery but it felt like he was aloof. He offered to cook dinner with me and even put the kids to bed. My husband is the sweetest man I ever know but he associates cooking with the female gender, I didn't mind because I love cooking. He spent the whole evening starring at me and I felt every strand of hair on my skin stand up..

 Ahamefuna was in the room with me but somehow he wasn't. It was time to sleep and he wanted to cuddle, at this point I was shivering with fear. Who is this man? He certainly isn't my husband.  Suddenly he withdrew, moved a bit to the edge of the bed and faced the wall like he read my mind. 

The night was long and miserable, I was sweating profusely even with the heavy storm. I knew at this point something was definitely wrong and I knew that by morning it would be revealed...

I opened my eyes slightly and shut it right back as the morning sun pierced through the curtains. I remembered the night before and I felt that I was alone in the room. He was gone and he took all the fear with him. All I felt now was deep sadness. It wasn't clear to me why I was sad but it was grave enough to force tears out of my eyes. My eyes were still shut but I felt hot tears rolling down my cheeks. Ahamefuna was gone...