A Humanoid Named Ola — Part Five

By Kosoluchi Agboanike

The miscarriage is as unobtrusive as blood and pain can attempt to be. Ifeke does not go to hospital. She sits on her lawn, feeling utterly wretched. Depression is not a stranger to her life, but this pit feels like there is no getting out of it.

The gate swings open and Ola marches in. Ifeke groans.

“Please, don’t leave my calls unanswered or I might exp…