Her name is Love, but life has not been all that pleasant to her. Looking at her, it is easy to see that she is swimming in an ocean of distress. Indeed, one word sums up her mien: Agony. It is written all over her. More often, she wears a moronic stare, while tears of anguish fill her eyes. That is the sad story of Mrs. Love Ekwe.
It was her beloved husband who christened her ‘Love’ but he did not live long enough for her to really enjoy his love. He died when their children were barely out of diapers. So, single handedly, she raised the children thinking that the older ones, in turn, would train their siblings and take care of her when her bones become weak. But her hopes were shattered sooner than later, as the cold hand of death snatched her first daughter and two sons in quick succession.
Hear her lamentation: “I never knew the world could be this wicked. I lost my husband when my children were at tender age and I struggled to raise them to the best of my ability. Now that my children have grown and I am about getting something from them, they took them away.”
