LOGINThree months after Zara Jidenna was born, the fine big house in Lekki was no longer a house, it was like a hotel where two strangers lodge. No greeting, no good morning, no good night, no gist, no laughter. If Amara is in sitting room, Jidenna will go to guest room. If Jidenna is in kitchen, Amara will go upstairs. They were avoiding each other like enemies. And Zara is now three months old, big girl, very fine, chubby cheeks, light skin still, curly hair that has grown more, now her hair even curls more when Amara oils it. She smiles now, she laughs small, but her parents don't smile together again. Morning in that house now is like this. Jidenna wakes up by 4:30am, not 5am again, he wakes earlier to avoid Amara. He will bath, wear fine native or suit, spray strong perfume, carry laptop, carry car key, and leave. He will not knock on master bedroom door to check if Zara woke up at night. He will not leave money for food again like he used to. Before, when Amara was two months to n
Two months after Zara was born, the big fine house in Lekki was now like two different houses inside one house. Kitchen was one house, sitting room was another house, bedroom was another house. Jidenna and Amara were no longer husband and wife, they were now like landlord and tenant that don't talk. Morning routine now changed completely. Before, when Amara was pregnant from two months to nine months, Jidenna would wake up and kiss her belly before going to work. Now, he wakes up by 5am, enters bathroom, baths, wears suit, sprays perfume that Amara doesn't even know the name again, carries laptop, carries car key, and goes downstairs. He doesn't check if Zara cried at night. He doesn't check if Amara slept. He just leaves. Amara would hear the gate open, his Prado reverse, and gone. No good morning. No have a nice day. Just engine sound. Amara too started her own attitude. She was tired. Two months of no sleep, two months of breastfeeding every two hours, two months of being called
One month after Zara Jidenna was born, Lekki house was no longer the sweet house it used to be. The house was still big, still fine, still smelling like baby powder and expensive air freshener, AC still working, fridge still full of fruits and baby things, generator still sounding outside, but love was no longer inside like before. The love that made Jidenna treat Amara like a queen from when she was two months pregnant till she reached nine months, the love that made him massage her feet every night, cook burnt egg for her in bed, follow her to antenatal in Reddington holding her bag like houseboy, that love had disappeared in one month.Amara and Jidenna were now living in the same big Lekki house like two strangers who just greet good morning and good night out of managing. No more laughter in sitting room, no more kissing in kitchen, no more watching Big Brother Naija together on the rug, no more playing with her pregnancy bump.It started small, very small. Jidenna stopped touchi
Two weeks after Zara Jidenna was born, Lekki house was still smelling like baby powder and flowers. People were coming every day to see Zara, friends from Shoprite, church members, Jidenna's cousins, Amara's friends from university. They were all saying fine baby, fine baby. Amara was glowing, she was still being treated like queen, Jidenna was still carrying her food to bed, helping her bathe Zara, waking up at 2am to change diapers. Everything looked perfect. But perfect things in Lekki don't stay perfect for long when grandmothers are involved.It started on a Sunday afternoon. Mama Jidenna came again, this time with her younger sister, Auntie Nneoma. They came with big cooler of banga soup and starch, for omugwo. Amara was in the sitting room breastfeeding Zara, covered with wrapper. Mama Jidenna sat down, collected Zara after she finished sucking, carried her to the light near the window to see her well. She looked at Zara's face long, turned her small head left, turned right, to
Jidenna has never driven like he drove that night in his entire life. He has been driving in Lekki for more than 10 years, he knows every pothole, every police checkpoint, every shortcut, but that night he forgot everything. Lekki to Reddington Hospital in Victoria Island that used to be 20 minutes with small traffic and 15 minutes if there is no traffic became 7 minutes that night, 7 minutes of madness. He was in boxers and singlet, one leg slippers, hair scattered, eyes still full of sleep but heart beating like drum. Amara was at the back seat lying down on her side because she could not sit again, holding her big nine months belly with both hands, her wrapper already soaked with water, her face squeezing with small pain that comes and goes, moaning small small, Jidenna easy, easy, the pain is coming, you are shaking the car too much, drive slowly please. But Jidenna could not drive slowly. His hand was shaking on the steering, his leg was pressing accelerator too much. He was sh
All the problems finally ended. The family meeting that almost scattered her marriage, the accusationsr,Jidenna carried Amara's box, opened the door of his big black Prado, helped Amara to enter like a new bride, and they drove from all that noise back to Lekki, back to their house, back to peace. And at that time, Amara was already two months pregnant, everybody in both families already knew, but the stress of those family problems had been disturbing her so much that she was not even enjoying the pregnancy. When they entered their Lekki house that evening, the whole house was shining. Jidenna had called the maid before they left the village and told her to clean everything, change the bedsheets to white, buy fresh flowers, spray perfume in all the rooms. He opened the main door for Amara like she was a new bride again and said welcome home, my queen. Amara cried that evening, not sad tears, but relief tears. Lekki house had never felt so peaceful. No mother-in-law shouting from







