” I will marry Kelechi. Amarachi, repeat what you just said. I will marry him. Poverty is not love. I understand. ” Amarachi has accepted suffering. Are you sure? ” It is my life. I want peace. I want respect. I want a simple life where I am not treated like a burden. Amarachi knows her level. ” Since Amarachi has agreed, she should go.
” They dressed her in a quiet white. They didn’t gather around her chair. They didn’t praise her, didn’t fight for her. They didn’t even know she was there. On her wedding day, they laughed at her, at the bicycle that came to take her home. At the husband in a simple clothes. At the ” bride that they had thrown.
” Hold me well. The road is not too smooth. ” Amarachi has gone from bride to bicycle passenger and has finally lost. Amarachi should go and enjoy poverty. ” Amarachi, this is where I stay. I work here as a security guard.
” This room is not bad. ” You truly mean that? The room is not bad? ” It’s enough for a beginning. We could put simple flowers right here on this table. The morning sunlight will make the room bright. You know, one day we could put a small fish tank right there. Maybe a goldfish. And a rocking chair right here by the window.
” A rocking chair in here? ” Life should have small peace inside it. ” I thought you would complain. ” I’ve lived in a big house before. It didn’t make me happy. When I was little and often sick, my father sent me to stay with my grandfather. People thought I would dislike the village. But were the happiest years of my life.
