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WORLD OF A RECLUSE 7

Its 10am and Tamuno is still snoring in bed, I’m five minutes awake and tempted to wake her but think against it, knowing how grumpy she get when she’s woken abruptly, nah! I don’t think I can put up with her grumpiness today. My phone starts to ring and I rush at it, it’s definitely Jon with his funny accent telling Tamuno and I we are behind schedule, well he should know it is not easy working with ladies.
“Hey, good morning”, I hear a familiar male voice, not Jon’s but familiar, but I didn’t give anyone this number, I’m racking my head when I hear a soft laugh from my callers end, “It’s Desmond, we met at the beach”, my  heart skips a beat.
“Oh, Hi Desmond”, I’m short of words, no totally out of words; so I keep quiet and wait for a cue to start a conversation.
“Slept well?” he asks after few seconds of silence.
“Yeah I did, did you? I respond.
“So, I kind of enjoyed our little chit-chat yesterday and I really hope to see you before you leave for Nigeria” he says totally ignoring my question.
“We didn’t talk long enough for you to call it a chit-chat” I roll my eyes
“I know I’m sorry” he laughs. “That’s just the first word that popped into my head Hun”
“Uhh it’s Mirabel, not Hun”
“Pardon me then” he said without a hint of irritation in his voice, maybe over there he has a deep frown with an arched eyebrow in a  way that says, “what is wrong with this child?”
“Ok” I simply say.
“I really would love to see you again though, what do you say? Let me take you out to Lunch or dinner tomorrow, we can make it today if you don’t have plans already”

“Actually, I’m working with a tight schedule”, I say this with my head high, feeling all important.
“I thought you were here on vacation”, he asks.
“Well yeah, still on a tight schedule. But….i can spare an hour of my time tomorrow” I wouldn’t blame him if I get a sarcastic answer, even I can’t stand myself sometimes.
“Ok, you should bring your friend along. I wouldn’t want her all lonely in your absence”
Oh my! I almost forget T, “she definitely would never let me off on my own with some strange man in some strange land, bring a friend too, that’s if you don’t mind”
“That’s the plan Hun, I’m sorry, Mirabel” I can hear him smile, ask me how? I don’t know but I hear it.
“Alright, have a productive day miss”
“Thank you” I hear the click and put down my phone.
My sleeping beauty, more like sleeping grizzly bear has stopped snoring but still has drool plastered on her soft cheeks, I look at the time and its almost 10:20am, where is Jon  to start with?
“Tight schedule huh? Tamuno says with a yawn escaping her mouth.
“Yeah, little miss eaves dropper” I snap.
“I couldn’t help listening; your gestures were so loud, louder than your voice”
“Ok you are annoying, I wonder how people put up with you, oh no, there’s no people, it’s just me and I might probably head to the gallows soon” miss grumpy grizzly bear up to no good again.
“That makes two of us” she fires back
“Go take a shower T and call Jon, would you? She rolls her small eyes at me, she’s cute in the morning, her weaves standing from its edges like she got struck by lightning and her makeup from yesterday all smudgy due to her many turns in her sleep, I wonder why a sane person would sleep with make up on.
“Call him yourself, you can use my phone, I’m hungry” she has a cute pout on her face and I’m not angry anymore.
“Take a shower, I’ll call for breakfast” her face brightens and she rushes in the bathroom with her hands in th air, I chuckle then head to phone to make two phone calls; one for breakfast and the other to Jon.
Lion cubs are so cute, I want one!!!! Maybe I should get my own mini or petting zoo, but hey! God is awesome, I’m a Nat Geo Wild fan, in fact it’s my favorite channel but watching it on a 3D television has got nothing on seeing everything for real. Tamuno is a little frightened though, we get to the monkeys cage and they are chattering loudly, I turn sharply at her.
“Oh my, why didn’t you tell me that this is a reunion?”
She looks puzzled, obviously not getting the point, “reunion?” she asks.
“With your family” I say with a laugh while clasping my hands. “They are so happy to see you baby, welcome home”
Jon chuckles beside her and she rushes at me, this gets the monkeys a little more excited, it feels like they are encouraging us to fight. I hold her by both arms and push her forward, monkeys aren’t so ugly though.
We see an Elephant too, and I get kissed by one, cute huh? Yeah, super cute Dumbo kisses me with his trunk .Everything is perfect, nature is beautiful, and God is amazing.
Getting back to the hotel, I’m exhausted. We both take showers and go for dinner with Jon, who we are becoming friends with,he’s pretty cool. Talking and laughing with Jon, who I must say has a great sense of humor I spot a familiar face, walking towards us, oh my God, it’s Desmond!
“Hi, fancy meeting you here, quite a pleasant surprise” he says as he approaches us, he is wearing a suit, I look down at his feet, very nice shoes, dressing rate: 100%, a year ago I would be certain its destiny bringing Desmond and I together, matter of fact I would conclude in my head that we are meant to be but I’m grown now, I still have destiny ringing in my head, ok maybe I’m not so grown.
“Hello Desmond”, I say with a smile. He pulls out a chair and joins us, “Hello Tamuno” he says, this time pronouncing it like “teemunare”
“It’s Tamuno” she corrects him without the hint of a smile.
“Oh, I’m sorry” he says looking apologetic, I roll my eyes at T, “pardon the man now, would you?” I mouth to her.
“Its fine” she said maintaining her straight face.
He smiles at Jon and they both exchange pleasantries, after which he joins us. Jon looks at his watch almost immediately and says he should call it a day, he smiles at us-he is beautiful when he smiles- and gives Desmond a handshake before leaving. Tamuno starts yawning and says she is tired as well, I give her a “don’t leave me look” but she looks away.
“It was good seeing you again Desmond, but I’m tired and I need to catch some sleep” she comes to my ear and whispers, “don’t go anywhere with him” I chuckle and nod my head. She gives Desmond a straight look before making for the staircase.
“She’s really protective huh?” he says
“I’m sorry?” I raise an eyebrow
“Tamuno, your friend” he pronounces her name right this time.
“Well yeah, trusting people is hard these days, plus my parents put me in her care”
“Your government would come after me if I do you any harm” he says assumingly
“Ever heard of Chibok girls?” I ask
“What now?” he asks with his eyebrow rose, with a liittle grin
“Ok, bring back our girls?”
He is clearly amused now, obviously getting the point. I am proudly Nigerian though but the #BBOG thing gained us a lot of attention, negative attention. He chuckles then takes my phone, I’m confused, and he slides it open, takes a selfie and hands it back to me.
“Here, send this out to anyone you would call in case of an emergency, I’m safe Mirabel”, he’s grinning from ear to ear, I’m amused too but hold a straight face: joker!
I shake my  head, “I’ve seen this in a movie”
He shakes his head too and chortles, “how are you?”
“I’m good, great, went to the zoo today, first time ever” I can’t contain my
Excitement; I get goose bumps just thinking of today’s event. Desmond is smiling and listening to me intently, I catch myself and clear my throat.
“I’m sorry, I get really chatty when I’m excited” I take a sip from my already lukewarm diet coke, he’s still looking at me with a smile, ok maybe he is a little weird, I clear my throat again and raise an eyebrow.
“It’s cute, tell me about yourself Mirabel” he says with a smile, he is pretty though.
We talk about ourselves, I tell him about me, he tells me about him, we talk a little about Tamuno too and guess what, he’s Nigerian, with a South African mom though, visited a few times before and after his dad died. From what I see and notice, Desmond is cool, pretty cool, but then my instincts are always questionable, I’m not catching feelings though, this road clearly leads to nowhere; doesn’t mean I can’t thread its part for the fun of it, it’s a vacation.
We do have a nice time though, and our plan is still on for tomorrow. He kisses me on the cheek and I head back to the room. Oops! I forgot to check out his ride, I laugh at myself at this thought, wo! Tomorrow abeg. Tamuno is fast asleep when I get in the room; I undress and lay beside her….sleep on my doormat already.

WRITTEN BY: MIRIAM EHIS-SULAIMAN

WORLD OF A RECLUSE 6

We arrive at South Africa in good time; Tamuno and I are still not speaking to each other. I must confess, the airport is super beautiful and I can’t help but stare in awe. Not restraining myself, I start to take selfies, and I drag Tamuno for a few too, nobody knows me here after all.  We grin from ear to ear and go back to not speaking to each other after the pictures.
I’m drained by the time we got to our hotel; I lay on the bed as soon as we got to the room. Tamuno Is humming a song, she just wants to piss me off the more but I won’t let her rather I’ll focus on my new environment which is extremely gorgeous. She finally stops humming and sits down next to me; I’m not speaking to her till she apologizes.
“Hey, don’t ignore me while I’m trying to ignore you” she says while hitting my side.
“I’m tired T, stop hitting me” I try to stifle a yawn but it proved itself stronger than my jaws and lets its way out.
“I’m sorry boo, but mehn! You really shouldn’t have called Desmond though”
“I know babe, I know”
We are both quiet and I look at her, she is sound asleep already. I get up and adjust her so she’s laying right, then lay back and join her to sleep.
South Africa, the city of the sun as  they call it is as beautiful as the sun at dawn. Our tour guide Jon is handsome, tall, broad-shouldered, dark skin with perfect dentition.
“You should be a model” was the first thing Tamuno said to him, I seconded with a smile.
“Thank you very much” he said with a funny accent.
He takes us shopping first and as much as I try to restrain myself I still contact the shopping fever, we end up buying stuff that we probably don’t even need, you know when you go shopping and pick stuff because the store attendant tells you it’s cool and stuff, we both fall victims. We feel like queens as Jon takes us around even though I feel like a dwarf beside Tamuno and him.
The next day we go to the beach, it’s my first time at a beach and my dad should not hear of it, he keeps seeing me drown in his dreams, I find it ridiculous whenever he says it; but being at the beach today, I’m amazed at how scared and cautious I am. I don’t even go close to the water, a lot of guys stare at Tamuno;  she’s perfect like a mannequin, standing at above six feet tall, with perfect shape and perfect face. Anyone would notice her before realizing my presence, pretty as she is though she rarely noticed her admirers, she really didn’t care. We sit by at a corner together “sunbathing” but really we are just trying to feel among. We’ve had enough sun in Nigeria to last us five lifetimes, we apply sun screen and lay on our mats with our shades on, I get bored first and take out a novel.
“You don’t read at the beach Hun” a very deep voice from behind me said. I turn around and see this fabulous-looking man with a very gorgeous smile. I smile back at him and drop the book, he comes closer and sits beside me and I turn to face him.
“Hi, I’m Desmond”
Tamuno sneezes behind me, twice, idiot! But really, another Desmond, “I’m Mirabel” I say finally and extend my hand for a handshake, he takes but rather than shake it he kisses it, ok he is a flirt but today I choose to not care.
“Tourist?” he asks.
“Yes, how do you know?” I automatically start fiddling my weave with my finger
“Well you don’t look like you are from around here, where are you from?” he replies with a smile
“Nigeria, How do people from around here, where are you from?” he replies with a smile
“Nigeria, How do people from around here look?” I say with a smile too, playing along in the flirting game.
“Not as hot as you ma’am” he says with a wink.
As stupid as it sounded, I give him a wide grin. “Nice try brother, good luck on your next punch line” I say in my head but still holding my smile. I look towards Tamuno and say, “oh, meet my friend Tamuno, Tamuno this is Desmond”
She sits up and smiles at him; he returns the smile and kisses her hands when she extends it.
“Hey, you are new in town, I can show you two around” his jaw should be hurting from all the smiling already.
“No, we have everything planned, our tour guide is over there” I point towards Jon who is sitting at a stall sipping a margarita.
“We can hang out in the evening, come on let me have your number. In case you change your mind”
I look over at Tamuno, she shrugs and smiles at Desmond, I hand him my phone but he gives me his card so I take his phone, dial my number and hand it back to him.
He winks at me, “nice meting you Mirabel and Tamuno- which he pronounces as Teemuna- I’ll hit you up” he waves goodbye and heads back to his spot.
“Another Desmond, nice one” she laughs.
“Yeah whatever” I roll my eyes.
“He’s cute though” she winks at me.
“That doesn’t look good on you love, but yeah he is cute”
“You should hang out with him though, if he calls. He looks safe”
“Looks can be deceiving my friend, I’m not risking it, we are here to have fun and that’s it” I pick my book and flip through its pages. “Would you come too? Just to be safe”
“Tell him to bring a friend” she says smiling like a happy baby.
“What do we have planned tomorrow?”
“Safari!!!!!” she exclaims and start to giggle, I join in. we both have never been to a zoo all our lives, and are both really excited about our first visit. The fun is just starting, I look over and see Jon heading towards us, smile plastered on his face, walking towards us like he is on a runway, I smile at him too.
“Time to go ladies” he said smiling.
Tamuno and I both get up at the same time; “you really should consider modeling” I say with a wink  and catch myself, he smiles shyly, where did that come from? I shake it off and concentrate on tomorrow, safari!!!!!

WRITTEN BY: MIRIAM EHI-SULAIMAN

WORLD OF A RECLUSE 5

Tamuno spends nearly the whole week shopping, I don’t know but I find it weird and annoying. It’s Weird because we are meant to shop in South Africa and annoying because she is dragging me along on this miserable journey. I can recall her getting on my last nerve a hundred times. Somehow I try to understand her excitement but stop myself, no one should really understand Tamuno unless they need mental help, yes she’s my best friend but I choose sanity.
We finally conclude on our arrangements and are set to take off tomorrow. Truth be told I’m excited too, a little nervous, but mostly excited. Desmond hasn’t called me all week, so I read this meme earlier today that says “life is so simple, why complicate it” you miss someone: call them, love them: tell them and stuff like that, maybe I should follow this principle and take the bold step, I feel like I’m in front of a large audience and they are all encouraging me by shouting, “Go Mimi” so I do it, I pick up my phone and take a deep breath, “come on Mimi, it’s just Desmond” I tell myself. I take my phone and dial his number again, the lines connect and I tap my foot in unison with his ringer, it rings for a while then disconnects, he didn’t take the call, bad as I feel I console myself with the assumption that he is busy at the moment and would call back when he sees my missed call.
I drag myself downstairs to the sitting room, my dad is sitting in his favorite chair (the one facing the television directly) face buried in a newspaper he Is holding with both hands, i move closer and clear my throat, he looks up at me with a frown, his goggles are almost at the tip of his nose making him look like an old principle.  My dad is handsome, for his age and way too conscious of it, standing at six feet, two inches he carries himself with so much pride, I’m a perfect replica of him though I took my mommas height
“We are leaving tomorrow sir, we have finalized our arrangements”, I said with the  straightest face ever, standing at an “at ease” position, an outsider would think I’m an officer speaking to my superior. He sighs and closes his eyes while I roll mine; I’m definitely going to be here till midnight.  I look at the time; it reads 8:49pm, what is wrong with me? Why did I come so early? I’m used to his many sermons anyway.
“Sit down”, he says finally.
I take the chair opposite him, I’m certain at some point of this talk I would doze off and I really don’t want to get caught. As predicted, our monologue ends at some minutes past midnight, I would call it a dialogue but he did all the talking, my only inputs were, “yes, no, amen” so yeah, monologue it is and yaay! I didn’t doze off at any point probably because I made him three cups of tea while his sermon was going on, I’m glad it’s over though.
As the little children our parents still perceive us as, Tamuno and I are taken to the airport by our folks. After checking in our luggage we all sit together at an eatery and listen to our folks talk politics and religion. My phone beeps and I jump, it could be Desmond, but it’s not. It’s Tamuno, “when are they leaving, I’m bored #sadface” I smile at my phone and look over at her, she really looks bored and sleepy so I get up, excuse myself and drag her along with me. We head for the rest room, laughing all the way there, we get a few weird looks from fellow travelers but we don’t care. Finally we hear our boarding announcement and head back to our parents. After hugging them goodbye, I feel a tinge of sadness; I let it linger before shaking it off and boarding the aircraft. Tamuno and I sit by each other, her eyes are closed and both fists clenched, I reach out to them with  the aim of unclenching them, she’s not so comfortable flying.
“It’s ok to be nervous right?” she asks, giving me the puppy look.
“Yes baby, it is. We’ll get there safely, I promise”
“Oh please, you are not the pilot”, she rolls her eyes.
I laugh, “so much for trying to put you at ease”. She’s obviously still nervous and I think of what to do to ease hers anxiety a little, then it hits me, “I called Desmond yesterday”
She turns sharply and gives me a piercing look, “you did what?”
I really want to laugh this off and pretend it was a joke but who would I be fooling, I sigh and look down my laps.
“What did he say?” she asks maintaining the piercing look.
I force a laugh, “he didn’t take it, maybe he was busy or something”
She starts laughing hysterically, calling the attention of a few passengers on board; my cheeks are burning with embarrassment.
“Congrats on making almighty Desmond mightier, I never knew you were miss desperado”
“Hey it’s ok to like someone, care for them and also show them that you do”, I snap at her.
“But hasn’t he shown you it’s not mutual, ladies are meant to be chased by men and not other way round, and that was a desperate move desperado”
Her words sting so bad but I somehow manage to swallow them without spitting back venom, the plane is in motion now and the flight attendants start their description and demonstration of safety measures in case of a crash, I roll my eyes. If the plane crashes, only God can save us. I say a word of prayer, pop a gum in my mouth and listen as the plane slowly maneuvers its way through the runway and then takes off, beside me Tamuno has fallen asleep, so I take a novel out and start to read and in no time join her in dreamland.

WRITTEN BY: MIRIAM EHI-SULAIMAN

WORLD OF A RECLUSE 2

Eight months after my failed relationship with Segun, I start to put the pieces of my life’s puzzle and I’m still on the single train; I’m starting to get bothered now because I’m a little lonely, I miss Segun so much but he is married now with a child. It’s amazing how I can still bear to talk to him after his betrayal but I loved him though.
At this moment I get a call from Tamuno, my bestie; there was a party. I wasn’t thrilled at the news, this girl knew I had an early curfew but always wanted me conscious of everything I was missing out on, meanie! I try to hush her but she is so excited and keeps feeding me with unwanted details, I love her so much and official is going to be there”, I hear her scream from the phone, this brought me out of my thoughts, “yaay!” I shout back while rolling my eyes.
“You know I can’t come, so what’s the relevance of this information biko?
“L-O-L, I know. You want me to talk to daddy on your behalf sweetie?” She asked her voice laced with sarcasm.
For a second I wished she was standing right in front of me so I could spank her tiny bottom. She was such an idiot, never seen an individual who used L-O-L while talking. She was silly but I loved her anyway.
“Have a great time love, kisses to Tekno official, tell him Mimi says hi”, I say this hoping she’d get the message, I wasn’t in the best mood tonight, I had a lot on my mind and Tamuno wasn’t serious enough to have a serious conversation. With this I hang up and put my phone down on the dresser. I hear my phone ring twice, it was definitely Tamuno again. I ignore it and went on to write my to-do list for Saturday.
What was the time? I look at my bedroom clock, the stupid thing had packed up again, I hiss and pick up my phone. Unconsciously, I open to see my missed calls. It wasn’t Tamuno, it was Desmond!!! Desmond my crush for a year, six months and fifteen days, yeah I’m good with figures. I jumped up and started shoki-ing, the only dance I wasn’t so terrible at. I met him last year, on my sisters’ birthday at a store, I was very upset that day but meeting him changed that. He was tall, dark, fresh and very handsome.

I dialed his number, smiling and dancing to the ringer. From the way I was dancing, one would think “shoki” were his caller tune. He picks up at the fifth ring and said, “Hi, let me call you back” then hung up before I could stop him.
“Such a considerate fellow”, I say wistfully.
His call comes in and I dance to my ringtone for ten seconds before clearing my throat and answering it.
“Hi”, I say with a frown, hoping it would reflect in my voice.

“Hey, good afternoon”
“Afternoon, what’s up with you?”
“I’m alright, you?”
“I’m good”
Truth be told, Des as I called him didn’t sound as good as he looked. Sometimes he talked like he was a straight dummy. But his looks made up for his empty head, or so I thought. I liked my men smart though, but with his looks, I was ready to make an exception.
We talked for approximately four minutes, there wasn’t much to say though, and it wasn’t so easy talking to him without rolling my eyes and stifling laughter. He sounded confused a lot. Anyway, I had a date the next day with Des. I started to picture a kiss already, “oh Mirabel, get your mind out of the gutter!” I caution myself. My to-do list! I pick up my diary; there were a lot of corrections I had to make. I blow a kiss to my broken clock and looked at the time on my phone before sitting back to work on my list. Tomorrow is going to be great indeed…
Saturday morning, I rush to the salon to get my hair done; Desmond had never seen me on weaves, just braids. Braids didn’t fit me well enough, so I decided to fix a weave on.
I was done before noon after which I went home to prepare my outfit for my “date”.
1pm, 2pm, 3pm, 4pm, it was now 4:30pm and I gave up and called him. He didn’t take the call, I sigh; So much for all my joy huh? Yeah whatever. My phone battery was so low; I turned it off and placed it on charge.I had developed a cold already, it was the stress. 30 minutes later, it had worsened; I changed my outfit, wiped my make up off and head out for the pharmacy. On my way, I keep hoping I’d see Desmond’s car or something but I didn’t.
When I got home, I switch on my phone and first thing I got was a message from Des. He was apologizing and asking if we could see at that moment, shit! That was 30 minutes ago. I hit myself, why did I turn the stupid phone off? Just then his call came in, I pick it up and he starts apologizing, saying he was busy and asking if we could still see each other. I explain I have an early curfew and he asks for a reschedule, we plan on meeting the next week after which he gives another apology. Mad as I was, I gave him the benefit of doubt, maybe he was indeed busy. I sigh and lay in bed, feeling less enthusiasm. I take the pills and in no time I was off….

WRITTEN BY: MIRIAM EHIS SULAIMAN

WORLD OF A RECLUSE

Raised in a violent environment, they pressed on for survival. The insecurity within the family was taking a negative toll on them all but they suffered and smiled, hoping for the best but prepared for the worst daily, referees in their home they separated fights and suffered injuries. They didn’t mind, maami mustn’t get hurt, she was all they had. Her brother was the oldest, chief referee. He loved maami most, he was her shield, he played this role without relent like a soldier at war. Papa would curse, “Worthless son! I’d rather not have a son” he pushed him away, as a tyrant in his house he scared them all away. Made him watch the football match from the window and her watch the kiddies show from the passage, they tried to adapt to the prison they called home, constantly guiding their cell mate who was being picked on by the warden.

Her little brother grew up in fear, timid as a mouse he couldn’t socialise, having a voice he couldn’t use, he tiptoed around the house afraid to be seen, for the fear of being beaten at the smallest mistake or provocation to papa. Her sister regarded as a failure studied and worked hard, trying to please papa in his chosen field for her. It wasn’t her choice, it was her weak point, but she tried to the life of her to make it her strength till she lost physical strength, all she got from papa were discouraging words that pierced like a dagger. She was the strongest at heart, open about what went through her mind and not afraid to speak up. She tried to be the glue, the bonding glue. Trying to bring everyone together to avoid a next fight, but all efforts proved abortive, the glue didn’t seem to hold rather it tore them apart.Her big brother was killed in school, it could have been prevented. The war at home led to his negligence and they lost him. Papa assured them it was God’s will, he wanted it to happen or he wouldn’t have allowed it, unsure if it was said out of guilt or nonchalance they let it go, for a life lost could never be gotten back.

She grew up beautiful but barely noticed, almost never. She went from social to loner, from glue to water. She was more or less a shadow, barely noticed by people. She got out of school with only a handful of friends, the lowest self-esteem one could think of, she wore like a batch. Years after big brothers death the fighting started again, mammi’s shield was gone, and her replacement was also being beaten. Papa hit little brother so hard his skin turned purple,the courage came from within, though her voice came in gasps she said, “Leave him alone! Do you want to kill him?” Papa turned to her, grateful for the distraction she received the merciless beating with a welcome heart, she could take it, and maami was too old to be treated that way. She never knew love, papa made money available but never his presence. He had a burning flame on the crown of his head, a roaring hot flame. Maami and her siblings were the center of her world, the few friends she had were all so far away. She didn’t mind, it was her given part and she was going to tread on it with courage.

She met him in her street on a Friday evening, she had been running away from a giant turkey when he ran into her, he was handsome and confident. She let him in without thinking twice, he made her feel like a queen; breakfast in bed, kisses on her forehead and he listened. She threw caution to the wind and fell in love, he was her best friend. It wasn’t just about how she felt about him, but how he made her feel about herself. She got it back; her self-esteem built up like a tower, her water thickened and became adhesive, she became a pleasant soul and one could see it from a distance. Then he broke her heart, she realized he never loved her, she was just company for he had a wife and a kid; a beautiful kid.

Dumping her puzzle in a jar, she picked up grass and puffed, made the bottle her best friend and started a journal. She had been misused and abused and she wanted the world to know that love was a myth; at least she had proven it. “Fuck love”and  “fuck life” were her opening words, she had seen the worst of life. Consumed with anger and pain, she pushed everyone away, maami and her siblings; she locked everyone out and raised her voice at the slightest provocation. She was alone, in love with the solitude. She overhead maami apprehend her little brother, “don’t do that, you’ll make her shout and beat you”. She was hurt; she was becoming papa, the tyrant, the prison warden troubling the cell mates. She got up, took the jar for it was time to put the pieces of her lives jigsaw, she was going to start from the corners, till she got it done and lover herself till true love comes chasing.

Written by: Ehi-Sulaiman Miriam