The two room apartment we managed to get was in one of the busy streets of Alaba where empty sachets of water and transparent nylons – both white and black – competed for spaces inside the ground like weeds fighting to outgrow roses, only that I was never able to tell which was the weed or rose.
My skillful endurance and endless prayers were as futile as taking a knife to a fight with Hitler. The harder I fought, the deeper I fell in love with him and the deeper I fell, the easier I made her job. No matter how much he wanted to be away from her, he needed her to survive and the scent of her skin always chained him back to her post.
It bust wide open and Temitayo’s Mum asked, “Temi, who are you talking to?” He smiled. “My…” The 16 year old looked left and right for his friends but no one was there and the sudden realization he was alone put a frown on his face. “…self.”
It was with a fleeting feeling of dread that he rang the doorbell. He could hear his boys running to the door and his heart skipped a beat. Remember what she said, he told himself. He took a deep breath and broke into a smile when door opened.
I prayed that my guardian angel visits me and stay with me till I am first in everything, I prayed for a sign and then I heard a knock on the door. For the first time I finished saying my Rosary and I felt like all my prayers have just been answered.
The she suddenly stopped crying and shot the professor a dirty look. He returned it with a straight face, willing her to continue and I could almost imagine him making up his mind to tell the truth whether she liked it or not.
I was supposed to return to campus the next week so I decided to confront her. I wanted to do it when dad was not around because I knew if she wanted to spill, she might not be comfortable around dad. This was a woman to woman talk.
The story of my birth and all its activities was aired on local and national TV and sprinkled on the pages of several dailies. To crown it all, I came out a beauty. I inherited my father’s blue eyes and my mother’s flawless skin. My parents couldn’t have been more happier at that moment.
I hear a beeping sound and look at my watch and realize that my time is up and I am to be transported back to the teleportation device. After the normal feeling of drowsiness and imbalance, the beeping sound still continues and I am annoyed because I do not want to open my eyes.
When I brought Nwanyioma, a medical doctor from a neighbouring clan, Mama saw her and twisted her nose in disgust. “This one cannot be wifed.” She said, rising from her cane chair and starting to nowhere. “What now?” I asked. “She’s unfit considering her family where daughters are promiscuous and cannot be tamed.”
Michael stopped greeting our father and for four months, he didn’t care until one rainy night in March. He came back that night looking worn out, drenched and his black eyes had sunk under the precipice of their brows.
Mama always avoided beating me on parts of my body that could arouse suspicion. She usually aimed for my bare back and the back of my legs. I always wondered how exactly I made mama’s life miserable.
I noticed the other guys on the table were uneasy too. The tallest guy stood up and walked briskly away from the table. “Stop there.” A policeman barked at him so he halted and the policeman handcuffed him. The other policemen formed a perimeter round our table and roared “You are all under arrest”