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,
It’s been a week since I asked Jude to help me print my documents from his office. And I’d heard all forms of excuses, including, ‘Our printer at work has spoilt,’ ‘There was no ink when I tried printing,’ ‘Lape, please I am tired,’ ‘I had a very busy day at work.’ I would have
I stifled a yawn as I dished Jude’s food. I had barely slept, yet I had to get up to make his meal before he left for work. Hopefully, I could sleep a bit during the day, if Dimeji allowed me. I didn’t blame parents that sometimes used a little overdose of multivitamins for their
I did not warm up to Jude or his parents until after about three months, and that was when they started preparing for our wedding. From the colours that were picked to the hall used for the reception, I was barely involved. Usually, mummy would just come into my room to tell me what they
I hiss. Not for the first time. I’ve hissed more than a hundred times since I arrived at this bus park. The man beside me gets up and heads to the attendant’s desk for the umpteenth time. “We were told!” He roars, gathering looks from everyone. Then he continues, just as loud. “We were told
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She hadn’t picked up my calls for days. You know, with Caroline you just couldn’t be sure of what she was thinking. Two days ago, I eventually told her how I felt about her and she gave me a weird reply. I knew she was not going to give the reply I wanted. But I
I’ve just unzipped my packed bag for the umpteenth time now to make sure I’m not forgetting anything. I’m an anxious packer—when packing for a trip, I check my bag more than twice to ensure that I’m not leaving anything behind. I don’t just double-check, I check repeatedly within five-second intervals. I had to whip
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I forgot to tell you about how overworked I am. The way it works here is that you want to talk about one situation, but there’s an even heavier situation. In nature, the strongest wins—the heaviest thing on your mind gets to be produced first. As an overworked human, I can’t believe that something as
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