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

 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

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

(*Sniffs* I was advised to let you know that parental guidance is advised in this page 😁)A week later, Tunde drove me to his house after work . He was leaving soon for Delta and when he asked if I could come over to watch him cook soup, I agreed even though I had lots of work to do. We bought already cut vegetables leaves and waterleaf from the market but I chopped the onions and now sat on a dining chair which I dragged to the  the kitchen. He paid little attention to me. He was all focused on the pot. I loved to be a distraction so from time to time, I tiptoed and hung my head over his shoulder while wrapping my arms around him. "My worst distraction, " he murmured. Feeling encouraged, I gave him butterfly kisses all over his neck to his bare back. "I'm sleeping over, " I told him. "I know, " he replied immediately like we talked about it before then. He

TundeI did not travel to Delta. I rescheduled all the plans I had there. Called the man I had given the work to organize the exterior decoration of the place and told him I could not make it. I lay on the cushion all morning  with my eyes closed because of a woman. It would sound funny to anyone but they have not met Nene, the strong woman whom I have seen at her weakest, held her as she quaked in tears and watched her sleep. I paid attention to her when she thought I was not looking, I paid attention to her silence and every word she spoke.She was an independent woman, who seemed calculated and almost sure of all her steps. That's why I was worried. Has she thought about all of this?  Has she seen that we can not work out?  What was the main reason? As I lay on my cushion, I still could not place what happened. I could not understand it because if I am ever asked to explain, I would