She saw her streak of misfortune strung together like a rhyme of haunting words. What debilitated her in particular was not just the happenings, but the “agains” attached to them; the stalking demon of recurrence that found glee in tailing her. It was the fourth year of wedlock and the same problem slapped her in the face again, resurrecting all the flagging memories of the distasteful event that had been victimising her womb. It pained her it was taking much longer than she expected to name her first son, Chibụnna, and her first daughter, Adachukwu, as she told Ben every time she got pregnant.