This is a sign, Hive account@cwen. I'm a writer and filmmaker who recently visited your country, Nigeria, to shoot a documentary.

I was meant to continue your story. Here is my proposed middle part:

Adanma and Mama hike up the mountain wilderness in search for God, so that He may answer Adanma’s prayers – to bring her husband’s love back into her life, and God-willing, rid Adanma’s mind from thoughts of suicide.


The mountain path cuts upwards through dead trees. The air grows colder and thinner the higher they reach. Mama keeps lagging behind but Adanma keeps pushing onwards.


Until Adanma looks back, and Mama is gone.


“Mama!”


She runs down the stony path but cannot find her. Adanma digs her mobile phone from her pocket. No signal.


Desperate, she trudges off path, dead branches scratching the skin on her arms.


Up ahead, the bush clears, and she sees a figure standing at the edge of a cliff. Is it Mama?


Darting towards the figure, she suddenly stops.


The figure is a man from Lagos. Handsome, strong, but crying. Sadness fills his eyes, and Adanma understands.


“Don’t jump,” she says.