Ada did not understand why she felt cold on this special day. She had dressed up for their annual cultural festival where they dressed in their traditional attires and make art designs on their faces, but she was reluctant to go as she sat at the veranda and watched the older women dance as they made preparation. The Yoruba annual festival was an event Ada always look forward to, in fact, this year she had bought new attires to make the day more memorable, but had woke up with strange feelings this morning.
"Ada Nwam" her husband called from behind.
She turned her face gently with a grim face.
"What's wrong?" He asked.
"Nnem, I don't feel like attending the festival today"
He was amazed, she had woke up very early to prepare for this event so that she wouldn't be late, what had happened, he questioned himself.
Ada was a beautiful woman and a good dancer. She had won many awards in dance competitions, dancing seems to be one of the things that give her joy.
"Ada, I know you like to dance, what had happened for this sudden change of mind?"
"I don't know myself, I have never felt like this before, not when I'm fully dressed for the event"
Her husband could only reason with her, as much as he wanted her to be with him at the festival, he wouldn't trade her happiness with his selfish desires.
"Alright, if your mind is troubled, you can stay home. I will tell you everything that happens when I'm home". He bid her goodbye and left.
Ada sat outside with a grim face, masked in her cultural costumes, and dressed in their cultural attires. She looked around, the house was empty, everyone had gone out.
"I think joining the festival will be much better" she resolved in her heart.