C7 THE NEW WIFE

The morning of the traditional marriage felt like a dream Amara had not agreed to live in. She stood beside the window of her old bedroom in Enugu, staring blankly at the courtyard below. The compound buzzed with activity canopies being erected, drums being tuned, women tying gele, men arranging chairs. Everything looked bright, colorful, joyful.

Inside Amara, there was no color