Its a Wednesday night, the Ha rmattan fills the whole room, the noise from the kitchen radio awakes my thoughts and I look up at the wall clock and see that its almost 8 p.m. my husband, Richard would soon be back home and my darling daughter Adaeze. I instantly rise walking briskly to the kitchen, today I am going to prepare Adaeze’s favorite meal, garri with melon soup. I always save some leftover melon soup in the freezer just in case Adaeze wants to eat. I bring it out from the fridge , poured it into the pot and added water, then its time to make the garri. The volume of the radio was a bit high, as the man shouting 'VOTE APC' rang in my ears , I turned it off either because the volume was too high or because I didn't want to hear anything about voting. I realised long ago that this country belonged to a few people ,I am just not one of them;I am a stranger here. I quickly make the garri and checked if the soup tasted right and it did. I decided to call Adaeze to kno...