Ivie M. Eke is a Writer who daydreams about constant electricity in Nigeria and mangoes. She writes poetry, stories and essays on her blog, www.classicallyivy.com and is the author of three books: ‘Looking for myself and my phone charger’, ‘Walking On Eggshells’ and 'Dirt In The Dust', all available on Okada Books and Amazon.
‘You’re so fat now, how will any man like you like this?’ was Aunty Evarista’s greeting to Emotan when she got to her house on Ekenwan Road. A few years ago, it had been ‘you’re so skinny, no man will like you like this’. Aunty Evarista was consistent in her inconsistencies.
I listened half-heartedly as her friends gave helpful and downright vulgar marital advice as I remembered how, a few hours earlier, a chance stop at the supermarket at Silverbird Galleria to buy additional pastries led to me almost bumping into a couple holding each other close in the middle of the provisions aisle. Something about the guy seemed familiar, and I frowned
The woman in the picture was in her 40s, light-skinned and tall-almost the same height as my husband. She was not the woman whom I had seen him holding delicately that day months ago. That woman had been petite with a medium complexion and a voluptuous figure.
‘Well…actually…’ He cleared his throat. ‘I haven’t felt happy with this long distance thing we’ve been doing. It’s not been great for me, Angela’. ‘I just feel that there is no point not being true to myself’, Busayo added.