If Only God Was Watching

Abstract

After filling her water pot, Anyachi rubbed the sweat from her sore back and started away from the river bank, but the sight of a familiar body stayed her swollen feet. Nobody else could have waltzed across the boiling earth as though merely dancing on a cloud, with hips that swayed as if in tempo with the village drums. Anyachi crossed her arms. She decided to wait and see if Ude would say good morning.