My nephew's teacher pulled my sister aside at parents' evening. She said he was "a pleasure to have in class." My sister said "are we talking about the same kid? He lit a pencil on fire last week." She said "yes. But he did it quietly and put it out himself. That's self regulation." She stared at her. Didn't know if she was joking. She wasn't.
You know, when I wrote this song I was romanticising that tension between people that like each other but aren’t together
Love is complex but whatever that sexual tension between two people whining each other is? It’s a very beautiful thing…at least in that moment
My boss called me on a Thursday. Told me 400k was missing from the money delivered to his house. Then asked if I delivered the complete amount. I said yes. He said okay and the call ended. That was a week after I delivered it.
My boss was the kind of man who only spent mint notes. Fresh from the bank, always. His house never stopped moving, family, visitors, religious leaders coming and going. I was the one he trusted with money. Had handled millions before and never once a problem.
That day I delivered 2 million in 200 naira notes to his 15 year old son. Exactly as instructed, the boy took the bag and walked straight to his room. He didn't count a single note. I didn't think much of it then.
I collapsed at work on a Thursday afternoon. Woke up hours later in a hospital bed. The first thing I did was look at the chair beside me. The man sitting there wasn’t my husband. It was my ex.
He had been there for six hours. My husband never picked up. Not the calls from my colleague. Not the messages. Nothing. Just silence while I lay unconscious in a hospital bed.
It wasn't the first time. He never picked up. Not when I locked my keys in the car at night. Not when my mum was rushed to the hospital. Not when I called crying and couldn't explain why.
He was always unreachable when I needed him most.