It started in her father’s mansion where Ogechi lived as a maid. Ogechi was a fervent Christian who always sang Christian songs while she worked; sweeping, cleaning, washing, and cooking. She started to bathe Olileanya when her parents began to travel outside the country almost every week. Ogechi asked Olileanya, one night after she turned ten, in the bathroom if she knew she was a woman now
It will break your heart to know he is a burnt body now. He started gambling and stealing. I don’t know when but when I found out, it really was late because like moss around a rock, the habit had encrusted itself around the walls of his mind. It was my fault.
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.
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.
She was still walking, almost running as if it was something we needed to see urgently. She pointed towards a section by the maid’s quarters and she motioned for me to go and check it. I turned the corner and before I peeped, I heard those familiar moans. No, it can’t be.
Two months passed, Mama and Papa were still at war. They didn’t talk or greet, they washed separately and ate separately. But, we ate with Mama because she always cooked inside our house while Papa ate outside.