Adama had left the room by the time I finished talking to her, and I was feeling sorry for her and in a bad mood. It makes me wonder what she's been going through and what has occurred to her in the past since she's speaking in such quiet tones. After all, she may be talking about something quite dangerous.
When I was on my way to her mother's home, I inquired as to where her mother's dwelling would be when I arrived at my destination. That so many people were staring at me and wondering what I was doing in this poor family's home didn't worry me in the least. A woman who seemed to be in poor health and who appeared to be living a life of helplessness welcomed me as I entered the apartment.
I approached her and offered her a kind hello.
hello ma, It is a pleasant visit, and I'd want to know whether you are, in any way, Adama's mother before I go further.
