The Decades project II.
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“…Watching her reminded me of nights with dad on our camping trips, when
he’d taught me how to ‘take care of myself’… It was our secret…”
“..I was to sit beside him during the film. In the darkened hall, right at the part where Ramsey Nouah’s daughter was shot, I felt the hand slide under my skirt, up my thigh. The girl went down; the audience went up; I went to the hostel. It was Biola that told me how the film ended…”
“…Twenty one was that year; the one where you find out there’s more to life than Brazilian hair and overpriced Ankara skirts. The one where you count your losses and bless them one by one, the one where you realize your life has just begun…”
“…‘Blue shirt you say? Okay, I see you’, she said and dropped the phone as he approached the table.
The two words her cerebellum registered with the new face that night. Her pulse quickened…”
“…”Why me?” I asked the mirror, that birthday morning, dying the grey strands of hair showing themselves on my head of hair. The stress had given me wrinkles and I stood there, in my underwear, unsuccessfully pulling my tiny lines to smoothness. Facelift. The only answer…”
“…Perhaps I’d still get to write that novel. So day after day, when he’d come home crestfallen after another day on the streets trying to get a job, I’d be there smiling with open arms, hot food and open legs… I was determined to be the perfect wife and mother…”
“…I look beautiful; my wrinkles are almost completely concealed, my eyes are alert as always, my skin is radiant, and my hands are steady. “It’s time, are you ready?” I turn to take a final look in the mirror, take a deep, steadying breath and say: “I was born for this”…”
“…I stand and walk slowly to the tall cake with the big 80 standing atop. I see my daughters laughing with their society friends, Olakunle is on the phone… the grandchildren are nowhere to be found. “Let’s spell eighty!” The knife goes down. They have turned to look at me now. The idiots…”
YOU WOULDN’T WANT TO MISS THIS! EVERYDAY, 10AM FROM NEXT WEEK MONDAY (SEPTEMBER 19, 2011)