The fear that you’d make an immature single parent pricks you and you regret maintaining your stance on abortion. You’re confused, even now unconvinced of the decision to keep the baby. The questions surround you like a man drowning in a river. So what about murder?
What drained me the most were the numerous things I had to do as “senior single ladies” (27yrs -37yrs according to some mothers in Nigeria) in church. The prophetic bridal dances or prophetic objects we had to carry/touch and relate to real world.
I’ve seen Kene work, somewhat. He sets up these lights, and paces in between fiddling with handles and placements on White floors. A camera, clicks repeatedly and light is refracted from a large White oval stand.
Fast forward a few weeks and I knew for sure that I was pregnant. I called ‘my love’ and in these specific words he said “so you have been sleeping around and now you want to pass down your bastard to me”. Yes, he said that and cut the call.
The moment she showed up on my doorstep, I noticed something seemed off about Adaku I knew. This minute she appeared to be lost in deep, sad thoughts; then like one jolted back to reality, the next minute she was initiating endless random conversations in between forced laughter.
We have seen the elders fail. Freedom didn’t come cheap, yet in six years of independence we were already taken by military rule and a year later by an unforgettable war that the Igbos are still seething from. The system is warped, wieldy and unsustainable. Our democracy has been a charade, producing a government of liars by liars for liars.
Some years ago, I met a good man. In my head, I figured, “here is the one in whom my heart is well pleased”. I imagined the white house and picket fence. This guy was an orator, when he spoke, people listened because he had charisma and all that but with most things in life, there is the huge BUT!
During a recent church service I attended, I listened on as the pastor went on and on about the effect…
I unfolded my legs from under me, and jumped down from my perch on the top bunk. My ‘bunkie’ and I had put money together to rug the floor in our corner, so I landed almost soundlessly on the ground.
It is a story centered around an upper class family living in Abuja, their secrets, an unsolved mystery and all the interesting and fascinating people that populate their charmed lives. Focused on the themes of family, secrets, love, marriage, pride, sex and money.
Chief, as everyone referred to him, was typing a message, arranging a rendezvous for the weekend. His wife was pretending not to know what he was doing as she searched for a direct flight to Rome.
The IG’s small office became even smaller as Chief Odukoya’s massive frame grew even larger with rage, and occupied whatever free space there was. Somehow, the Chief seemed even more intimidating in a black T-shirt and blue denim than his usual regalia.
