“Why won’t you say something?” Nifemi yelled. Then in the twinkle of an eye, she could almost see moments from her life flashing before her eyes. How her parents had almost disowned her when she disobeyed for his sake. She did it for the sake of the love that she believes in, without any inkling that it would someday wane. Nifemi fell to the ground and broke down in uncontrollable tears. She was so furious that she didn’t know when picked herself up and hit Olusegun across the face. He was shocked then angered.
“Forgive me”, was all he said before he left the room, leaving her crying on the terrazzo floor. … More Story telling: Series 16
Moving to the new house would have been a time to really begin to enjoy some much desired privacy with Olusegun but he had suddenly changed from the loving, sensitive and helpful man he used to be for reasons she couldn’t understand. His attention seemed diverted by the day. He was now worried about getting an extra job, something Nifemi didn’t understand what he needed it for. It wasn’t that she had complained that she wasn’t getting enough pocket money for herself or the children. He was hardly around and when he was, he seemed to be concerned with a lot on his which he wasn’t sharing with Nifemi and that made her worry even more. She tried to put up with his late-night, his sudden and frequent drinking attitude but being ignored was something she could not coping well with. … More Story telling: Series 15
One rainy Friday evening when Bunmi came crying to Olusegun at his chalet, she had watched carefully to ensure that no one saw her go in. She came in through the rear entrance. She wore a black veil over her face so that no one would recognize her. Olusegun was caught in a vulnerable state when he saw the girl in tears drenched in the rain. … More Story telling: Series 14
“It is more than a piece of paper. It is tradition, the right thing to do. Don’t be deceived. I see you are feeling comfortable now because she has your daughter so you think she won’t leave you because of that. My dear, even married women with four children have abandoned their families. Be wise and do the right thing”, Mama pulled her ears in warning to him.
“I have heard you”.
Meanwhile, Nifemi’s mother was making a scheme of her own. Having her daughter around often gave her new confidence about reuniting her with Mr. Martins. … More Story telling: Series 13
“Mama Savage was just asking about Nifemi”, Nifemi’s mother cuts in blatantly. She raised her brows to her mother in disapproval. It was her issue to discuss, not hers. Mr. Adeniji looked at his wife as though she just committed a grave offence. For some reason, he could not believe Nifemi’s issue would still come up in his house. However he was obliged to give Mama Savage due respect and full audience.
“What about Nifemi?” he asked, after he took his seat opposite the television set. He kept his irritated gaze on his wife. It was definitely a plot between mother and daughter as far as he was concerned. … More Story telling: Series 12
“I believe my work here is done. I will take my leave now”, Mr. Adeniji said brashly. “Woman, meet me in the car”. Nifemi’s mother watched her husband walk out the door, defeated. She wished he had commanded Nifemi to follow them home, despite the flimsy excuses she gave about her duties towards her sick baby. But even she could not be that oblivious to the reality at hand. It would have been better if they had asked her to abort the pregnancy at its early stage, she thought. Above all, she felt heart-broken to see her daughter, whom she had invested so much trust and hope, lead a life so ordinary. She would have thought she wanted more, something different from what her parents had aiming higher to be better for herself and her family. But she realized that after staying with a man for a year to have his baby and live among his people, what really was left? Even she herself has come to be addressed as Mrs. Adeniji without any formal nuptial rites. She was saddened that Nifemi had chosen the same course which, whether for or against her parents’ wishes, was not going to change. … More Story telling: Series 11
When Olusegun came into the room, a rush of fresh cool air blew in through the curtains as though it followed him and almost like a magical entrance, the cool breeze rested on the baby. Unfamiliar to such cool, the baby shivered but with a smile; her first smile. Nifemi looked upon her baby and appreciated her innocent smile. Olusegun walked to Nifemi and the baby slowly. He sat on the armrest of Nifemi’s chair. He looked upon Nifemi and the baby in awe, just like that; a new life is made. A new chapter has begun. A smile formed on his lips, and then as he looked closely at his daughter, he said, “She is beautiful”. At that moment, Nifemi looked at Olusegun with wide wet eyes, her lips quivering as they showed mixed emotions. Olusegun embraced her and she held her baby closer. He had found his family and no one would ever take them away from him. “I love you. Thank you”, he said still holding them in his tight embrace. … More Story telling: Series 10
“It’s a girl”, the midwife said.
Nifemi stretched out her arms to receive her baby while still on the high table where she had just delivered. She had insisted before she went into labor that she wanted to hold her baby immediately after delivery. The midwives were not in the school of thought of presenting a new born to its mother before cleaning and dressing, but Mama had asked them to oblige Nifemi anything she wanted. Nifemi had nightmares of her separation from her baby so she wanted that first bond so that the baby would always remember her. So she thought. She looked at the baby in her arms and smiled at the angelic face. The smile was almost turning into tears now, new tears all over again. Yet the seeming tears of joy were soon replaced by heavy sobs in fear of future eventualities. … More Story telling: Series 9
Olusegun was angered by Mr. Adeniji’s verdict. He thought he was treated like an inconsequential boy in the matter. Nifemi was betrothed to another man anyway; sooner or later, she was bound to get pregnant and truncate her so-called ambition. They probably would have felt less infuriated if he was as wealthy as Mr. Martins. The thought angered him and the sudden rush of emotions showed in the squeezed lines on his forehead as he looked at Nifemi’s mother. Nevertheless, he was tongue-tied for the sake of his mother and Nifemi.
“Do you have anything to say to me, boy?” Mrs. Adeniji asked him. … More Story telling: Series 8
“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