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                                                                  PART VIII I was determined to deal so badly with Fabian for everything he had made me go through. "How did I become this pathetic? I had a wonderful life and a bright career and everything is over just in a blink.  Fabian must pay for everything he has done, I will make life miserable for him. He will come looking for me, I will make sure I wretchedness becomes his new name." These thoughts kept on running through my mind as I drove to Igala.  I could hear the distant beating of the popular igba- nla drum, mother drum being beaten and the shadow sound of the igba-nta, the smaller drum as I drove my Jeep towards Igala.  Igala was a village known for festivities, there was always one party or the other. We had no worries, there was this...

                                     PART VII I watched my husband, Festus, on the bed with no life in him. I couldn't stop crying because all these wouldn't have happened if I had not been so cruel. But then, it was already a spilled milk. What could be the remedy to this disgusting situation? My friend, I thought of different things. I was always alone with Festus, why don't I strangle him to death or something? I came up with a plan, but the doctor would have to agree to this plan. "Mercy killing? You want me to kill your husband, Sis Grace? This is absolutely unbelievable! I can't believe this is coming from you, Sis Grace! I am so sure this is stress talking, certainly not you!" Dr. Wilfred looked on at me in bewilderment.  He continued, "And it is rightly so because you have been through a lot in the past two months, you have been here by your husband for the past two month...