If you want something said, ask a man; if you want something done, ask a woman                 - Margaret Thatcher __ ____________________       Ituron community Without a word, Eric stood up. His heavy boots thudded against the concrete floor as he walked into the dim bedroom. Resting on the wooden nightstand right where Boma had left it the night Maurice passed was the small feature phone, its screen dark and smudged with fingerprints. Pulling a handkerchief from his pocket, Eric wrapped it carefully around his hand before picking up the phone like live ammunition. He pressed a key, illuminating the tiny display, and went straight to the call log.

Genius is one percent inspiration and ninety-nine percent perspiration.             - Thomas Edison _____________________________ Ituron Community Rain pelted the zinc roof of the quiet living room, filling the silence Boma had been drowning in for the past three days. Ever since the village doctor pronounced Maurice dead, her world had collapsed. Maurice, the tough man she had fallen in love with was felled by a sudden heart attack. He was gone before neighbors could even carry him to the local clinic.  Watching the morticians carry his body away felt like a horrific nightmare and ever since, nothing else mattered. Not even the fragile new life growing inside her.  A quiet clearing of a throat snapped her back to reality. Boma blinked, her dull stare sharpening as she remembered Eric sitting across from her. He had come under the guise of paying his respects, but she knew better. Maurice’s death was too sudden, too suspicious, and...

  Gratitude is the heart's memory.                — French proverb ________________ Maitama David's fingers tightened around the stem of the wine glass before he consciously forced them to relax. He lifted it to his lips and took a long sip, welcoming the faint sting as the wine slid down his throat. It’s cool liquid did little to soothe the heat searing through his skin. Tricia took a slow step forward, instinctively drawing her robe tighter around her nightgown. The movement was small and unconscious, but David noticed it all the same. Taking a sip from her own glass, her gaze lingered on him.  "Are you sure you're okay, David? You're trembling."

Reader discretion advised Previously :  SEASON 4 EP.2   A person is a person because of other people.                     – African Proverb: SeSotho / Ubuntu —————— David froze, his heart hammered frantically against his ribs as the sudden surge of adrenaline completely washed away the lingering heat of desire and the priest’s echoing words from his buzzing head. He scrambled to his knees but stayed low, pressing his side against the sofa while his breath came in silent, shallow rasps.  "Who dey there?" he called out. His voice barely carried across the room.

  "Nikky, life is really stressful these days..."  I met her eyes and it suddenly dawned on me that it was time for me to stop and listen to my friend. ___________ Stress has become an increasingly serious problem in many countries and a variety of social and economic factors contribute to this trend. In my view, rising global instability, poor governance, and the pressures created by modern media all play a significant role in increasing our stress levels. So, What Causes Our Stress Levels to Spike? I will save your time by not delving into the long list of factors that are stress triggers. Hence, I will focus on what I consider the pertinent causes we overlook or ignore due to our biases or divergent opinions .