I woke up when Mama barged into our room.
With the dim light of the wall fan, I saw her look around searchingly at me and my younger brother, then shrug and left. She went towards the living room, and through the thin wall, I heard her and Daddy talking.
I heard voices and thought Seyi was having a crisis, who are you talking to at this time?
That woman whose husband is a Customs oga called me…
This night? Why not call you at dawn?
Big importing tomorrow, new cars from Cotonou..
All the talk of before has not led to anything, so what changed, ehn? what if you were on top of me?
The call was important…
Liar, you think I don’t know what is going on between the two of you that you are lieing about importing?
Going on how?
Why not talk to her husband directly, ehn? Why not, If not that you are sleeping with her
Crazy, ehn? You are abusing me because of this witch you are fucking abi? stupid man!
What are you trying to do?
I heard a crash, groans, things falling.
Steps shuffled away to their bedroom, a dull thud came from the living room.
My brother did not wake up through this but I could not sleep.
At dawn, I rose, went on to wake Seyi from his adjacent bed and told him we had to prepare for school, he grunted groggily and gave me his sullen look of displeasure.
I thrusted a broom lying by the wall into his hands for his morning chore and I marched to the sitting room.
Daddy was lieing on the couch, and jolted awake as I came near.
His arm was wounded, seemed broken even; his left eye swollen . A blood-smeared pestle was on the floor.
Silence between us. I went to the kitchen to clean the dirty plates.
Mama came in later to make breakfast, unscarred, whole – guiltless.