Why was this visit different from all the others? Suddenly, she was conscious of the looks and glances aimed her way as she walked on by. This had to be the umpteenth time she was parading these walls, this topless terrain of Uniben. So why did she suddenly feel like a goldfish out of water? Maybe because she was, and blast Uncle Mike’s comment!s!
Read MoreOnce he observed some of his boys eyeballing some of Orode’s friends in a corner, he turned up the sound and beat a notch or two with R. Kelly’s Did you ever think?, the singer’s husky tenor injecting the required energy into the room.
Read More“I don’t know about that, Orode. Let’s see how it goes. I can’t guarantee five years, but God give us the strength to power through the next three. We’ll talk more when I come down.”
Read More“He’s back to being my friend now?” A mocking tone entered his gruff voice. “Not mon cher amour?” Accompanied with a sly grin.
Read MoreHe started talking as they exited the hostel and into an equally spirited car park on a typical Saturday campus night, regardless of the examination period. “A lot has happened since the last time we spoke.” He began, a little animated. They strode towards the edge of the wide park, towards the night traders in freshly cooked moimoi and oven-fresh, student-sized loaves, their combined scents waffling in the air; their numerous candles lit up like fireflies lining the fringe of the park. “I have been transferred to another office.” He announced, deep-set eyes twinkling in the semi-darkness. “Hence the handing over.”
Read More1998. A New Year’s Day poolside picnic organised by a family friend of hers, Victor, who also happened to be a friend of his. Of the 16 young people present, he was one of the six who was a stranger. During a mandatory introduction by all, his name piqued her interest. Tanorack? Anorak meant coat in French! What kind of name was that?! Later, she’d discover it was a combination of his given and nick names, and surname. It was a thing with him. A name he hoped would stick.
Read MoreOf the nine children, five of them had never been to the beach; the other four had had their fill, spent at least 10 days and night straight at a beach resort, going to bed to the sound of crashing waves and waking up to the same. So off to one of the beaches located in Epe we went on a sunny, encouraging August day. It didn’t stop all of them from screaming uncontrollably once they stood at the shore as waves tumbled towards them.
Read MoreWith nine different characters in the house, it was expected that they’d exist nine unique preferences. I was used to a picky eater and his all-you-can eat sister; nothing prepared me for an additional seven other varied palates.
Read MoreWe couldn’t have them numbing their brains for hours with one cartoon after the other or spend more time breaking up fights or their constant bickering against one another. We encouraged games which involved more talk and speech and outdoors without the intrusion of technology and its accompanying screens.
Read MoreBy the time I had gone down the line to the last child, I was none the wiser as to how some jollof rice particles had made their way to the bottom of the stairs, and I wasn’t finding the situation funny in any way.
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