Memories That Survived

I flipped through the newspaper, using its pages to block the scorching sun. The boys surrounded me, waiting. They watched me glance quickly through the headlines and stories on each page. As I turned the last, Dapo spoke, “So wetin happen today?” “The regular tins” I answered. Politics, corruption, sports news, talk of change and …

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The Day My Mother Died

Roscoe trotted along, his tail wagging gleefully behind him. “Slow down” I commanded, tugging on his leash. Even at night, Lagos was hot. The moon was bright and small, the sonorous sounds of crickets chirping made it seem like the moon was dancing. Back at home, my mother was getting sicker and sicker. I did …

A Day in Late June

The memories have mostly faded now. But there is a day, whose memory I believe will last forever in my mind. John and I were on a swing and my father was pushing from behind. It is my final memory of John. We were laughing and my father sang a song in Yoruba. I remember …

Dear Olu

Ayoola sat on the table, sobbing quietly. She wanted to call him. Sending an email seemed harsh but she had so many things that needed to be said; she couldn’t let him cut her off mid-sentence. It began with a “Hi Olu” but that was quickly deleted. This was a matter of urgency, she decided …