Epa domo, I greeted Papa Ikpomwosa, our neighbour. Esosa, welcome, my son.Una don get holiday? The old man asked. Yes, Epa, we are on Easter break. Oh-0h! exclaimed the old man, welcome home, my son. How body? Fine, Epa, I said and started walkinghome briskly, mama would be expecting me. I got home and called, Mama!Mama! Mama came out and when she saw me, I saw the joy on her face, she ran to hug me, and started shedding tears, I cleaned mama's tears and told her to stop crying. Indeed, the death of oghowen is taking its toll on mama, mama was no longer the lively woman she used to be, she was looking old and frail. Our father had died in a ghastly road accident when I was barely three years old, I don't have any memories of my father, mama was pregnant with oghowen. Papa's family members threw mama and I out of our home and mama had to be the only one fending for us. I grew up seeing mama as a very hardworking ...
Lolu and I were lovers while we were in the university. You know that thing they say about about 'first love' right? Yes, Lolu was the first guy I fell in love with but things eventually went sour between us and we went our separate ways. I forgot about love, not because of anything else but because I was busy. I forgot about Lolu too, maybe that was a lie I told myself for five years, but I did so well in concealing it. Five years later, I had secured a good job, I was doing well for myself and I was the definition of an independent woman. It was on a Wednesday morning when my phone rang and woke me up, it was my mother calling. She rendered her prayers and gave me all other unnecessary 'gists', I knew where she was going, she wanted to talk about marriage but thank my stars, my boss' call came through and I had to excuse my mum, my boss told me of a presentation I would have to give to a company we had been looking forward to partner with and because, Mr Patrick,...