Story telling: Series 7

“Now that you have been informed, this is what will happen. She will go right away and live with you till the baby is born. I am neither giving my daughter away to you nor consenting to this disgraceful act but I will right the wrongs which the two of you started under the knowledge of your mother as I can see. Bear in mind that I will hold you responsible if any mishap should come upon my daughter during her stay with you. I expect her back to me in a healthy condition just as you take away from me today four months after the delivery of the baby. She will hand your child to you and in turn you will hand mine back to me. Hope this is clear enough?” Mr. Adeniji explained with fierceness in his eyes. … More Story telling: Series 7

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Story telling: Series 6

“Have you met my daughter?” Mr. Adeniji asked, gesturing towards Nifemi who was seated in the corner.

“I have sir and I must confess she is well cultured and beautiful too”. She teased Nifemi who didn’t respond to the warmth, but kept her head lowered. Although Mama was older than Nifemi’s parents, she revered them as they would soon be in-laws. Besides, as far as she was in the receiving end, she felt she needed to leave the possible of hand of the family to Nifemi’s father from then on.

“I see”, Mr. Adeniji simply said, robbing his fists together while looking at his daughter. “I see you have been well acquainted with my daughter, very involved I dare to add” with his gaze resting on Olusegun. … More Story telling: Series 6

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Story telling: Series 5

“Thank you for the asking my opinion in this very difficult situation. I know how difficult this must be for you and your family”, Mr. Martins finally said. “However, I wish to remain to you as I was before this incident. You see, I am truly in love with your daughter and for some reason, I had thought this was a mutual feeling”, he looked at Nifemi who wouldn’t look at him as he spoke. “Regardless of the situation, if she would admit that she made a mistake and renounce the school boy, I will marry her nonetheless – with your permission and blessing, sir”, he bowed his head to Nifemi’s father. “I have full faith that your capabilities and love for your family is very paramount to you but once again, I ask for your permission to take full responsibility for her and the baby. After the baby is born, depending on what she chooses to do, I will sponsor her tertiary education or secure a decent job for her in a reputable organization. I believe entrusting her safe delivery and well-being into the hands of a small boy might not be the best idea. Just like you sir, I want what’s best for Nifemi in this situation and although I am in support of any punishment you wish to give her, I will humbly request sir, that you let me bear the shame and cost of this. However, if the boy wishes to have his child after delivery – ” … More Story telling: Series 5

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Story telling: Series 4

Mr. Adeniji recalled the moment when his late father-in-law decided that due to his tryst with his young daughter, she would go to live with him and he would thenceforth take responsibility for her. The horror and disappointment slowly led him to his grave. The thought of being haunted by one wrong decision for the rest of his life sent shivers down Nifemi’s father’s spine. But then he wished Nifemi had not put the family in such an unpleasant situation. Mr. Adeniji cleared his throat loudly, trying to seem courageous as he spoke. … More Story telling: Series 4

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Story telling: Series 3

“I’m sorry, máámì. Please, I am sorry”, Nifemi yelped frantically before sobbing uncontrollably. Her face flushed immediately. Never had her mother been so upset with her, let alone lay hands on her. Nifemi held her head to the ground, preventing her face from another slap. No one did or said anything in resistance to her mother’s sudden outburst. Mama Savage would have intervened but she understood her daughter’s pain. She had to allow her let it out.

“You should be”, Nifemi’s mother yelled at her. “You shameless girl. You could have at least thought of Mr. Martins. He is doing so much for you but no, you just had to -”. Before her palm could land another resounding slap on Nifemi’s back, Mr Martins spoke loudly in Nifemi’s defense. The loud sound of thunder that reverberated throughout the house at that instance told Nifemi what the slap would have felt like if it had landed on her. … More Story telling: Series 3

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Story telling: Series 2

Nifemi’s father couldn’t to accept defeat. He wasn’t financially buoyant to take responsibility to excuse his daughter out of an early marital resort. As he sat there, carefully putting his thoughts together to form the right words, he couldn’t help but blame himself for allowing the situation deteriorate to such an extent. Little wonder Nifemi’s mother deemed it fit to give their daughter to a rich married man who would take care of her. Then she in turn gave herself to a better alternative.

Pa Jide and Mama Savage sat quietly on the three-sitter cushion. They had come as a favor to Nifemi to help break the news to her parents. As elders in the family, they stayed to make sure that while scolding and chastising her, the best decision on the matter is taken. Needless to say, her parents will be far entangled in disappointment and overwhelmed with emotions to take the right decision. Mr. Martins, with a blank face, sat separate from everyone. Mr. Adeniji rose up suddenly and entered the bedroom. He emerged a few seconds later, holding ‘a finely-skinned long bamboo stick’ in the grip of his hand. … More Story telling: Series 2

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Story telling: Series 1

The afternoon was cold and windy. The rains poured heavily outside, the streets were deserted from the fierceness of it. It was as though the world was aware that the heavens were falling. The weather told the story of what was happening in Mr. Adeniji’s house. Though midday, it was drearily dark and desolate, as though the masquerades of the spirits of the dead have indeed come to haunt the so-called notable families. The clouds were dark; the ground was pulsating from the thundering rain with fearful thunder claps, and lightning crowning the air with tension. … More Story telling: Series 1

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