Their first meeting was earlier that morning when he was moving in. He was reluctant to say hi so as not to come off as thirsty, but he did either way. There was a momentous pause and a stare before she smiled
“Uncle! (sic) Where do you think you are going? How many people can you see in that direction you are heading? (sic)Mama is hungry and everyone is returning home. You had better stop and return to your house. If you don’t listen to me, you will be all alone.
It is December 31, 2016, the sixth anniversary of Ehi’s funeral. Ehi died before we could make concrete sense of what we had between us. Her death was a sort of coup de grâce in her protracted battle with leukemia.
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.
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.
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.
‘God fix me, what’s wrong with me, why I’m I thinking of sex, half the time? can’t I forget sex exists till I’m married? I want to be a Christian, please help’.
It’s going to be fine, my dear. Things happen and we ask God why, we have every right to ask. It’s very painful but we just have to believe that God knows best and he is working things out for our good.
It is Friday, the sky is gloomy as if it is in collaboration with the mourning too, today is the funeral service. Your father has been charged and transferred to white house prison where he awaits trial, you still don’t go to visit him or think about it.