“So, tell me about yourself.” He gives me this instruction flippantly. But he doesn’t seek a serious response apparently. Since we began conversing, I’d identified his real interest; One that his eyes declared before his lips formed a sentence. It really wasn’t difficult, he made it plain as day And although my face kept his … Continue reading Tell Me About Yourself
FROM PART 4: “Kitan, stop shouting alright. Sound carries in this house, Lamide might hear you.” “Oluseeni, I don’t give a damn! Stop giving excuses! Answer my question!” “Kitan, please forget Lucy. Stop shouting ehn. I can hear something, I think Lamide might be coming back.” “Chinelo, I won’t keep quiet! Lucy is up to … Continue reading Saturday Brunch (5) – The Grand Finale.
FROM PART 3: “But just imagine if I had packed my things that time and taken the children and stormed out of the marriage. People would sympathize, of course, but then some silly girl would have moved in here and M would eventually marry her and she would make sure she removed me from the … Continue reading Saturday Brunch (4).
FROM PART 2: “I’m sorry, Lucy which Babs is this?” “Uh! Chinelo, are you asking me that? How many men do we call Babs?” “Ehn! It’s a lie! Kitan’s Babs? The… em… em… the Owotomo guy? Ah! Oh my God! That’s his wife?” “Yes Chinelo. Imagine! I can’t understand why Lucy would agree to invite … Continue reading Saturday Brunch (3).
-1- “I mean it’s just aww-ful! God have mercy on us. You know M’s cousin Wale right? The one who works with the DFID? Yes, him. He actually had an appointment to be at the UN building.” “Really? Ohmigod!” “Yes, Chinelo. Just imagine it! Please could you pass the syrup?” “Oh, no, no, Chinelo, don’t … Continue reading Saturday Brunch (1).