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 ...
It was a Saturday, I had gone to the mall to pick up few things when a voice said hi from behind. I turned and there was a figure whom at first, I couldn't figure out his face but my heart skipped. I am Akin, said he. A-what? Yoruba demon? The heart that skipped came back to its job of pumping blood. I replied with a disgusted look, and grumbled hi, I made it obvious that I wasn't interested in the conversation. Yoruba demons? Three years ago, I came to Lagos in search of a job. I have gotten that job, I am now a well to do lady but what my heart has gone through in the hands of names like Tunde, Akin, Ola, Olu, Yemi, Ayo, Deji,, Sola? I vowed to never have anything to do with Yoruba demons anymore. I looked back and saw him still looking at me, I picked up my basket and walked away. Sunday came and it was time to go to church, tried kick starting my car but it wouldn't respond. Devil, why? I mumbled. I stepped down to open the bonnet and couldn't figure out what wa...