1 Customer Wahalla – Ette Eketi Edima

By Eketi Ette   I am sitting here in the parking lot of a supermarket, crying. I can’t even begin to explain where the hurt is coming from; I suspect that it is the accumulate hurt and pain from weeks of going against the tide, fighting the hardships and challenges that seem to spring up on every side. This isn’t even the time for me to psychoanalyze what I’m feeling. So, I am crying. It is not the pretty, gentle sobs of a genteel woman; no, it’s deep, racking, chest-heaving,…