your abusive father controlled his temper around coworkers, neighbors, friends, church members, cashiers, & strangers.
then he brought the rage home to people with less power to leave.
that was a choice he kept making.
I love my mother, but omo, being the child of an angry woman is such an insane experience.
I can't count how many times she dumped hot soup straight from the gas because of one thing or the other.
Now, she wants us to be besties. As how nau 😭
This is precisely why literary criticism matters — some readers simply are not very good at reading. And by reading, I do not mean recognising words on a page; I mean the ability to discern style, subtext, thematic structure, and the holistic architecture of a text.
I got to work this night and the first thing I had was that the hospital received an anonymous notice that kidnappers will be coming to kidnap 3 staffers. Me wey I just dey start my life. God abeg o.
I learned the word ‘sobriquet’ from the subtitle of a Yoruba film. The same film misspelt veranda like so “ferranda”
In less than 5 minutes too. Makes you wonder.