It was morning yet the skies were as dark as the night. With so many relatives and friends in the house to comfort Mother on the loss of her husband, the house too seemed too quiet for comfort. Just two weeks ago, the same people had gathered at our house to mourn my brother, ejire mi. Now, they are gathered to mourn my father and tomorrow? Only because the Doctor assured Mother I could live a healthy life if treatment and medications were taken seriously, I wanted to believe I would live to bury my mother. For all it is worth, I want to see her smile again. … More Part 20: Cry me a river
“What I’m about to tell you now might not be what you need to hear now but the sooner we begin to deal with the virus, the better chance we have to beat this”, the Doctor sounded alien.
“What virus?” I asked in fright. … More Part 19: Waiting to die
“Omololu”, she called gently. “Omololu, Mummy is here. Open your eyes Baby. I’m here. Everything will be fine”, she said, as her voice trembled so did her hands as she struggled to lift him to herself. “Omololu –“
“Mummy”, I cried as I tried to pull her away from him.
“Call your brother”, she said as the tears rolled down her cheeks. “He will surely hear you. Call him. Tell him to open his eyes”, she said as the sobs let loose uncontrollably. … More Part 18: Ilo ya Onibode
The phone dropped suddenly from my hand.
“What did he say?” Mom looked at me, eyes wide open and filled with horror. I said nothing. “Omolade, what did the person say?” I said nothing. “Hello, hello”, Mother picked up the phone and spoke repeatedly into it but Dan had hung up.
I held my hands together to my ears and screamed. … More Part 17: Ẹ̀jìrẹ́ ará ìṣokún
He picked up a stone from the shores of the lagoon. He weighed in a while before he tossed it angrily out to the water. “Then I must damn the consequences. I’ll do anything for my sister.”
“Do what you have to do. You leave me with no choice”, Don said sternly.
Omololu starred into those hard bloody eyes for a minute or so before he walked away from him. And that was the beginning of the end of us. The battle line is drawn. … More Part 16: The battle line
At Peter’s private guesthouse, we wasted no time getting down to business. It felt like so much tension in our bodies when we finally consummated. He was nothing like Dan – gentler, more mature, more expressive, encouraging me to be more than myself. I wanted to be all that he would appreciate and remember for a long time. I wanted him to regret being married to someone else so I must have exhausted myself in the little knowledge of romantic sexual intercourse that I had come to know. I had experienced aggression about intercourse I never want to remember and the gentle side that Dan graced me with but this aggressive passion with Peter was the best of both experiences. … More Part 13: Bitten