Posts by Adaeze

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A Knotty Affair-2

He had his bath with the scented soap his sister bought for him, he was suddenly grateful for her insistence on his taking the soap even though he said it wasn’t manly to smell like a flower. With his towel slung around his neck and his green and black boxers riding on his narrow waist, he hurried to his room to change into the clothes he had picked out the previous day.

Guy this one wey you dey spray perfume for this kind hot afternoon, you don arrange babe?” Osaro, his roommate asked from his bed across the room.

This one fit arrange babe? He dey spray the thing for him books them. Last, last na book he go marry.” John said from his perch on the top bunk. Continue reading →

A Knotty Affair.

He wanted to ask where she had gotten the gun from, it was easier to be practical than to try to unravel the knots, tangles and mazes that brought them to the point where his wife calmly- even casually, promised to stain the wall behind his head with his blood and pieces of his brain.

“Ehi…” he began.

“Ehi calm down? Ehi be rational? Isn’t that what you are going to say?” each word hitting him with the force of bullets. Continue reading →

Mrs Shebi

A facebook post by my friend Chimamaka about her niece reminds me of an incident that occurred when I was nearly six, just before my baby brother was born. My grandparents lived very close to us, going to see my grandmother/father involved coming out of the house and walking 10 child steps to the road, crossing the road and walking past one long house before jumping into her shop where I was assured Coca-cola or maltina, or whatever I wanted to wash down the liver from her goat meat peppersoup that she always had ready for me. My brothers and I would fly to her for hugs even if we had seen her an hour before, she gave the best hugs at the time. Continue reading →

Love between onion rings.

When you told me I would miss you, I did not think it would hit me the most as I stand in the kitchen with an onion on the counter and a knife in my hand. The tears on my cheeks can be explained as the effects of the heavy sounding chemicals and reactions between the onion and those eyes that enthralled you, but I know different. I know it is you that makes my eyes wet and pulls my heart downwards. Continue reading →

Carlos @ 70

Yesterday, Carlos Santana turned seventy. I didn’t even know it was his birthday when I finally listened to Wild thoughts. I was a little afraid that DJ Khaled would destroy the sublime beauty of the epic “Maria Maria” in the name of sampling/homage. Bros was wise enough to know you don’t mess with perfect, you respectfully work around it and you get Rihanna to sing about crazy, untamed things- as she was born to do. Continue reading →

The Walker

I begin my walk at the street that’s directly opposite ‘work’ and the Coca-Cola woman says ‘good morning’ with a huge smile on seeing me, it is the same smile that greets me when I come to buy Coca-Cola from her. I do not quite like that smile and how she brings out the Coca-Cola and gets the exact change to the two-headed naira note folded in my purse, while I am still saying ‘good morning’. Accepting an addiction to Coca-Cola is one thing but it is the nonchalance about predicting my choices that annoys me. Never mind that my brothers believe they can quote my thoughts on any subject or how friends I haven’t seen in years know to have dodo and Coca-Cola when I visit, I just do not like to think that I am predictable. Continue reading →