The events of the past weeks fade from my mind when I see my boys. I can’t believe how much I’ve missed them, they don’t look like they’ve lost any weight. They cling to me, trying to tell me all that has happened while I was gone. I gather that they’ve been walking on eggshells around their father. He’s been carrying out his anger towards me on them.
“So Daddy cooks for you?” I ask.
“No, Aunty Tayo comes to cook for us.” Continue reading “I See You Through the Peephole Part 9”
I laugh, unable to believe what Bimbo is telling me. I’m seated beside her in her luxurious flat and she’s just explained to me why she’s not cooking dinner for her children who are sulking and watching TV.
“The next day, he took me out to lunch and made me promise not to stress myself whenever I’m not up to cooking. And guess what, today is one of those days. I’m just too tired after a long day of customer service and supervising deliveries. The boys have just finished their homework and I can’t wait for the food to come so that I can put my feet up and relax.” Continue reading “I See You Through The Peephole Part 3”