“Don’t worry miss, I’ll take care of her.” Mrs Cartwright said to Jumoke reassuringly.
She took one last look at her daughter and forced herself not to cry. She would be fine, Mrs Cartwright would take care of her. Things had been more difficult than she had envisaged that they would be having her daughter with her, and she soon realized that she had to work to augment the allowance that her parents sent monthly. Continue reading “We Knew Them Part 18”
I hear Victor’s motorcycle come to a stop and I say a quick prayer that he will be in a good mood and open the door before he knocks.
“Should I serve your food?”
“What did you cook?”
“Rice and beans.”
As he eats I decide to start a light conversation that I hope will lighten his mood. Continue reading “Run! Part 2”
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This is the beginning of a mini-series I’ve titled Run!. It’s the story of two women trapped in abusive relationships and their plan for freedom.
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Enjoy! Continue reading “Run! Part 1”
The first installment of this series ends here. The series will continue on Tuesday, November 1, 2016. In the meantime, I will entertain you with a mini-series I’ve titled: Run! and I hope that you’ll be here for that. Continue reading “We Knew Them Part 10”
Tayo Oludare watched her daughter lying on the couch. She had called her endlessly but had received no response. She looked at the wall clock, it was half past ten. Why on earth was she asleep with the rag in her hand? She moved towards her with the intention of slapping her back to consciousness when she observed that her daughter was indeed fairer; her skin looked translucent. Jumoke was even prettier, her hair seemed fuller and her nose slightly bigger. Continue reading “We Knew Them Part 9”
Korede watched his sister walking towards the school opposite the barber shop where he and his father frequented. His mother had told him to spy on his sister and even though he had grudgingly agreed, he realized that his mother’s suspicion had been right. His sister was sitting under a tree in the large school compound kicking stones with her foot, laughing and talking with Lanre Williams. It was evening and the compound was deserted. His sister was supposed to be at the flour mill waiting for the dried yam pieces his mother had earlier dropped off at the miller’s. Continue reading “We Knew Them Part 7”
“She’s doing much better, thank you. In fact, even I can feel her confidence in the subject.” Tayo Oludare, Jumoke’s mother said to Mrs Williams as they talked in the former’s sitting room.
“I knew it would work! In fact, I wish they had met each other earlier.”
Tayo laughed in response.
“So what school is she going to?”
“Well, UI is her first choice…”
“Nigerian universities! I can never send my children to one!” Continue reading “We Knew Them Part 6”