Some love lasts forever, others for fourteen hours… “Zainab, hello.” “Ma?” “Your grandfather is sick and wants to see you before he dies.” Not shocking. Don’t get me wrong, I loved my grandpops, who we called Lulu, to death, but at 102 years, his death couldn’t be seen as devastating. Also, we’d had more than […]
I just got off the phone with Vic. It had been almost three months since we saw each other, but we had both talked about calling each other consistently. We came up with some days during the week that we’d call each other, no matter our schedule. It had been working so far and I
It was Tuesday and I was going to see Vic today. The thought of it left me so excited. “Dimeji, drop it!” I screamed as Dimeji grabbed my phone. He had broken the screen of the phone and I was hoping his dad got me another one soon as I was only managing this. He
It was my birthday. I was twenty-five. I felt so old and at the same time, so young. I turned on the bed but Jude wasn’t beside me. I looked at the wall clock in the room and saw it was six thirty already. Jude was probably cooking or sweeping. My husband. I knelt down
It was two days to my anniversary. Today, I felt a bit restless with almost nothing to do in the house. After about an hour of me rolling around on the bed, I got up and decided to clean the windows. Dimeji just fell asleep and I was certain he wouldn’t be awake for the
Even though Jude had been taking care of the house, he still left our allowance. I didn’t know when he’d go back to his usual self, but I hoped he never did. Our two years anniversary and my twenty-fifth birthday was next week and I felt blessed. Just last month before finding out about my
“Lape, I have taken permission at work. I am taking you to the hospital tomorrow morning, you have been sick all week.” Jude said as he pulled off his clothes, having just returned from work. He sounded so sweet; I could not refuse him. He even thought to take permission from work. It was almost
It was Monday and Jude had gone to work. After so much headache in the name of preparation, we finally did Dimeji’s birthday on Saturday, the day before yesterday. As expected, Dimeji was fussy all through, poor boy. He disliked crowded places and seeing his usually quiet home so noisy must have upset him. He
While I sat down waiting to be interviewed, I started reading up on likely questions that I could be asked. Before getting the job that I had in Lagos, Vic and I had gone for many interviews and I already knew the likely questions and answers for every question. Even after about two years, all
Dimeji’s first birthday was this weekend and we were planning for it. He had started to walk and he could call ‘mummy.’ He could also clap and sing and when he wasn’t being frustrating enough for me to cry, he could be cute and sweet. I was making a list to be sent to Jude,