She cantered to the kitchen door as if the ghost of Enebele would suddenly awake.

The pot of Egusi soup was still sitting still on top of the gas cooker. She took a cursory look at the untidy image of her once glorious kitchen and tried to compare it to its days of former glory.

Shreds of dried onion peels conversed on the sink, vehemently argued by the pile of unwashed utensils which added more horror to the atmosphere.

She perceived the foul smell and knew the source to be the soup pot which was left uncovered.

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