CHAPTER TWELVE.

Mrs Wabua, the most loved and meritorious lady whose family dwells amongst the residents of the flats on the third floor seems to have lost the brimful kind of energy she'd always had every morning.

 As she stretches out her legs on her huge four-poster bed whose comfort she had felt for many years appears to have lost every pleasure around her. With her hands on her laps, she turned her cold face to her loving husband who was still harnessing his sleep with a good measure of snores loud enough to chase away the demons.

The expression on her face is out of the ordinary. She stares in space for a relatively long time in contemplation and looks perturbed.

 The clock chimed. Slowly she lifted her face and gazed at the wall clock.  Realising that it was 7:00 am, she imprints a morning kiss on her compa