I woke up to the effect of the light sneaking past the closed curtain. I had never known how to sleep with light . One of my neighbors decided to do blues this morning. Wrapping my arms around my waist, I thought of how I slept. I remember just lying there and staring into space not even daring to turn lest I catch Ike's eyes on me .
I look at his side of the bed and he was not there . I stood up and strolled to the bathroom door, he was not there either. Matching out of the room on bare foot, I realized that the song I was hearing was coming from my sitting room.
There was an inviting aroma coming from the kitchen. I redirected to the kitchen and he stood there with a trouser, loosely hanging on his waist that I could see the line of his briefs . He was shirtless, dedicated to the egg in the frying pan. I stood at the door, arms folded, staring at his well tanned upper body imagining what would have happened if I returned his kisses l
Everyone wore their grief in different colors of emotions. Some had craving, others had no appetite. Some had too much anger and irritation, others laughed too hard, that their eyes twinkled and you would see the sadness they were trying to cover; it could have been pretence. But people likeWisdom managed to lighten up the mood on some days. Other days, his jokes were failed jokes but I listened and smiled at the resigned look he always had on those days.Auntie Maimah refused to come downstairs. Her food was carried up to her room in a rectangular stainless tray and in flowered porcelain plates. Most days, I loved to take up the food . I would sit and watch her eat or I would stare at the dark surface of her plasma Television on the wall which was always off recently. She would pinch her eba and smear it with finger prints of soup then abandon the food untouched half way."Please eat more," I would say.She
I sat with Michelle, Stella, Ada and Ike on the same pew. We all came with well tinted glasses . I know it is called 'sun shade' but we are not for fashion today- We're hiding our pain.We wore blue ankara dress with red designs on it, all sewn in a simple blouse with a front zip and a pencil-cut skirt. My mother could have been anywhere in the church or outside the church.. She was a habitual late comer. Auntie Maimah sat in the front pew with Nneka and Wisdom at her sides. She was the only one who wore white. Her eyes were red and round and seemed it was sinking into her sockets. She was not wearing a shade. She just sat staring at the choir as they ministered.People on my seat cried silently but I noticed, they dabbed around their covered eyes too often. I was trying to be strong so I chewed the fruit gum in my mouth , imitating a nonchalance that I could not feel. Each time I stared
I returned to sitting behind the sewing machine after a week. I tried to properly utilize my time to make up for the time I lost while we arranged for the burial . Aku got admission into the university, I was happy for her but her absence pained me. Ignoring the age difference, she was actually a good company.Looking out from my office window, I could see the houses close to the rail; the unpainted houses with black charcoal drawings on them.There was a little commotion on that side. Two girls were being dragged about by older women. There was so much noise also but I could not make out a word. Some women even hit the girls. After a while they started to disperse leaving the two girls with just three women.I returned to the table, where I began looking up styles on the internet. I picked up a drawing pad and began to sketch new designs adding up the ones I saw online. Once in a while, I reached into m
The roads were busy as usual. I watched people go in and come out from the restaurant opposite our building. For a moment, I imagined being a spy. I could take a picture of anyone that went in from the balcony. There were people I imagined snapping and posting on social media, people like the old men who went into the restaurant with young girls and came out with bags of whatever. Their relationship could not have been what I suspected but the hand on the neck and waist made me to strongly believe in myself.Anyone reading my thoughts at the moment, would ask, why I am not minding my business. Well, Blessing came later than usual to work and she politely asked me to step outside so she could mop the office and shop . I stood outside like I was being purnished for her impunctuality."Nene, you should carry your friend and come and see o," Madam Chinaka called out. "I have restocked. Ogbala.""Okay ma," I replied without v
TundeI returned to the car holding a new bag I got which was in its white bag clothing. The name was sprawled across the bag clothing but that was not my attraction. The young lady that was selling in her words said, "This is original Christain Dior."It was not a designer I was familiar with but she spoke of it to be one of the best and I knew Nene deserved the best.I handed her the bag as I got into the car."What?" She asked, pulling the elastic rope to loosen the clothing that housed the bag. "What is this?""I don't know." I shrugged, "They said, it's Christain Dior and it's original. "She laughed, running her hands over the bag, "Indeed it is but you didn't have to. "I keyed into the ignition and replied her, "I know. It's just so you can use it when the one from Madam Chinaka spoils. "I drove into the road and she said n
I killed a rat.No, I didn't- It was Tunde. I bought rat poison for it the previous week. I put rice on a torn carton, I even put the fish head on top of the food then I sprinkled the poison generously on it then I left the garnished food beside my freezer because I noticed it loved to eat the foil there because each time I came out in the morning, parts of the foil litters were everywhere.I went to bed that night in anticipation of a dead rat but I woke up the next morning, and the fish was missing but I could perceive no stench smell.I began to notice their presence after I returned from the burial but I had never seen the rat until the moment I met it speeding on the hallway and I dodged towards my room door like I was the one trespassing on its land. It was a huge rat. Maybe it was referred to as Mancho in its land, maybe it even worked out. It was just that huge.It sped to the kitchen
It was raining. I sat in the car, waiting for the rain to stop. From my blurry window covered in mist and lines of rain, I could see people running into the restaurant for shade.The rain did not seem like it was going to stop a bit instead it kept increasing. Even if I did not have an umbrella, I would not have been bothered about my hair. I stepped out from the car only bothered about my shoe. I had the urge to carry the heeled suede sandals in my hand while I walked on barefoot but that thought went as quickly as it came like a moment madness.I crossed the road, holding my umbrella like a shield from the rain but it did little to stop the rain being carried by breeze from hitting me. It mocked the umbrella in my hand but I still held on tightly to it as I ran into the building.Tunde was outside but I pretended not to see him. I put off the umbrella and tried smoothening my hair which I knew could ha
Tunde lived alone in a small place that was just fit for the cream colored bungalow and two cars. After parking behind the second car, a black Lexus I had never seen him drive, he went back to lock the gate. He did not have a gate house or a gateman.Inside his house was painted in grids of brown and cream. The floor was arranged with black tiles making the room appear dim. The only colourful thing in the room was his cream colored curtains and white ceiling.I sat on a sofa which was draped in coffee brown . I looked around the room, noting the beautifully carved wooden centre table. It was still shiny and same with the dining table. It was all beautiful.I heard the sound of the generator but I paid no attention to it till the airconditioner began to hum the same time the fan began to rotate. Tunde come in afterwards."Is this ok for you?" He asked, pointing to the airconditione