TALES FROM THE CITIES.

‘My dear, sorry about what happened all these…’ a sympathizer came to say to the woman who husband was resting on the chair opposite hers, in the parlor. Nneka kept quiet and shook her head as tears filled her eyes as she rubbed her bulging stomach ‘Just when we got what we were looking for!’ Nneka cried as she was comforted glad that her husband wasn’t killed but shocked by how close it was to him losing his life. Emeka was a traditionalist but followed his wife’s lead in the matter of getting a child, not a caring husband but to cover his own plans to sort out his childlessness. His people had suggested getting a second wife, but the man insisted on first ensuring that his seed was planted in any potential candidates. And despite sleeping with various women during his visits to the village, none ever got pregnant. He was on the phone that fateful day, speaking in his native dialect to his friend ‘I have told you, I have to be sure she’s fertile before someone brings their pregn...