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Betrayals and Funerals – 22

“I think it’s too early to ask me that, Pastor.” I replied, rising to my feet. “I’m still hurt…the thought of my husband with another woman is revolting and no matter his excuse…it’s not good enough. I have a lot to figure out in my life right now and I think its best I do … Continue reading Betrayals and Funerals – 22

Betrayals and Funerals – 21

I clutched my handbag and caught my breath as our eyes met. It was then I realised how much I’d missed him. He looked good; handsome as usual. I was very tempted to run to him, hold him and beg him to come back home. And then I remembered how he’d betrayed me and Shirley. … Continue reading Betrayals and Funerals – 21

Betrayals and Funerals – 20

“I need a job. That’s the only way I’m gonna get back on my feet.” I explained. “Okay. Why do you think so?” she asked. “Because I need to feel useful again. I gave up everything for motherhood. I never regretted it because I still felt useful, responsible for someone. Now, my life seems empty. … Continue reading Betrayals and Funerals – 20

Revisiting The Caine Prize

Very recently, I stumbled on Tope Folarin’s ‘Miracle’, the award-winning Caine prize story for African writing for 2013. He happens to be the fourteenth winner of this prize. His story clinched the award among fine authors like Elnathan John, Abubakar Ibrahim and Chinelo Okparanta. This work of his is a fast-paced literary narrative that is exquisitely … Continue reading Revisiting The Caine Prize

Betrayals and Funerals -19

KEMI I spent the next two weeks mourning. By the end of the first week; I was all cried out. I resorted to sitting at home watching Jerry Springer shows and feeling sorry for myself, drowning in buckets of ice cream. I just slept and lazed about. And in case you’re wondering, no. I didn’t … Continue reading Betrayals and Funerals -19

Betrayals and Funerals – 18

I was a little relieved when I left the support group that day. I had let out some pent up feelings which had messed me up for a while. I was considering going for another meeting. Maybe, I’d judged them too harshly at first. I didn’t drive straight home, though. I did some grocery shopping … Continue reading Betrayals and Funerals – 18

Betrayals and Funerals – 17

As I stepped into the house, the memories came rushing back. I deliberately pushed them out of my mind. I was here to fix things, not make them worse. This time she was clothed in a bum short and a white strapless top. “I was about to take a swim. Care to join me?” She … Continue reading Betrayals and Funerals – 17

Betrayals and Funerals -15

The air in the room was chilly but I found myself bathed in sweat as I woke up. Mo was sitting up beside me; my scream must have woken him. I was shaking. “Baby.” He whispered, holding his arms out to me. I went to him because I needed someone to hold me. “Ssshhh.” He … Continue reading Betrayals and Funerals -15

Betrayals and Funerals – 14

“There’s nothing to tell, Kems.” He said. “She’s a client.” “Oh, really?” I seethed. “I’ve known you for eight years, Mo. You don’t think I can tell when you’re…” I paused. I wasn’t sure what exactly I was about to say. In all our years of marriage I’d had no cause to distrust my husband. … Continue reading Betrayals and Funerals – 14

Betrayals and Funerals – 13

This time she was dressed in a white mini skirt that rode up her thighs when she moved, her torso was clad in a blue tube shirt that stopped just above her flat stomach. Christ! Did people still dress that way these days? I wondered. She practically oozed sex appeal, and while that might please … Continue reading Betrayals and Funerals – 13

Betrayals and Funerals – 10

I stared at the photograph in my hand. It was a picture I knew well, because I’d taken it myself. Yes, I’d taken it…but I hadn’t developed the film. The film was still in my studio, awaiting attention. The lady in the picture was finely shaped, her face was the type camera loved, with almond-shaped … Continue reading Betrayals and Funerals – 10

Betrayals and Funerals -9

“Hello, Kemi.” Pastor B was the first to break the awkward silence. “Hi, Pastor B.” I replied, shifting my gaze from Delia. “Kemi, hello.” Delia spoke finally. “I…I was just coming to see you.” “Really?” We hadn’t spoken since the last time we met. I was beginning to think I’d been a little too harsh … Continue reading Betrayals and Funerals -9

Betrayals and Funerals – 8

“Honey, I asked what you think?” Kemi nudged me. “I…uh…I just think you need to see a professional.” I stalled. She made an unlady-like sound and said. “Am I that crazy?” “No, no. That’s not what I mean. I just don’t know if Pastor Barry is in the best of position to…you know…talk to.” It … Continue reading Betrayals and Funerals – 8