The atmosphere was rife with tension, fear, and accusations. Mrs Osakwe had hidden herself in her office after calling Imade to tell her about Lara. When Imade saw her, head in hand, she looked smaller, like she had shrunk within the space of a few hours. On the phone, she had sounded frantic, out of […]
As she hung up the call, Imade lay in bed letting her thoughts drift. Before now, before meeting Mrs Osakwe and the children, she had thought she had seen all the hardship life had to offer but it was turning out that she had been living in a glass house.
DAPOWhen Dapo had suggested an ‘apology’ lunch, it had been a joke. At first. But the more he thought about it. The more he realized he would love a redo of their first meeting. What he hadn’t expected was that he would enjoy her company this much, but as he sat opposite Imade, icecream cup […]
Service over, Imade remained seated, unwilling to leave before speaking to Dapo. Intent on dropping the burden on her heart. Through the service, her eyes had wandered to Dapo once, twice. A little awestruck, she decided, at what he had become. Who he had become. Who would have thought that the petite mischief-maker would evolve […]
“Babe, I practically walked him out of the restaurant that day. I’m ashamed, abeg. Let’s just leave it. I mean, I won’t be in Benin too long so I may not have to see him again.”
“You see this thing you’re doing? It’s how Satan keeps us from God’s forgiveness. Shame mixed with pride is what stops us from going back to God when we’ve messed up.”
Imade inclined her head. He smiled a lot, she noticed. It was one of the things that still hadn’t changed about him. In secondary school, Dapo’s classmates had nicknamed him Smallie because of his compact stature and his prowess on the football field.
Mrs Osakwe’s ‘office’ was a small space carved out in the common room area, with wooden boards demarcating it from the rest of the room and giving a false sense of privacy. Her desk was a scratchy dark-blue plastic table with piles of paper crowding it. Our Daily Manna devotional sat atop the hill of […]
Benin was demure in a way Abuja wasn’t. There were no men in flashy sports cars zigzagging through the streets, intimidating other road users. Some of the roads were riddled with potholes and patches of elephant grass. Where Abuja thrived on the cab system, most of Benin’s occupants ambled about in red and yellow buses. […]
“We have a project that we think you are the perfect person to oversee,” Mrs Ajayi said. “Is it church project?” Imade asked. “No, my dear. It is personal. Something that has been on our heart for a while. We want to acquire an orphanage.” Imade gasped, “that’s amazing!” “Yes. We want to do something […]
After Yvonne and Olive left that evening, Imade didn’t feel up to going out with Mena anymore. What she had wanted to talk to Mena about had already been taken care of, and she was in a bad mood. Why couldn’t life come easy? She wondered. Why did one have to fight and fight for […]