I didn't want to ask the question. I could already guess the pain behind the answer.
"Do you think your husband is dead?"
Her mouth twists, contorting her young face, tears welling in her already reddened eyes.
"I don't know... I pray to God to give him another chance," she finally manages to stutter.
Her sadness is heavy and blankets both of us.
She
tells me she has three children, and they last saw their father four
months ago when he went back to his army unit on the front line in
Nigeria's battle with the radical Islamist extremist group Boko Haram.