TyFaith's Blog!

Hello blog fam. Trust we've all been doing well. Let me start by thanking you all for your amazing support and devotion to this blog. I'm truly inspired, motivated, and encouraged to write more. The feedback from the last short story series 'Chasing Shadows' has been mind blowing. Tons of comments from different quarters (plus the comments I bullied  some people into dropping... lol. (don't mind me. Your comments inspire me. I need that inspiration, so bear with me if I force the inspiration out of you, literally)) have requested a second part to the story. Many people think the story shouldn't end that way. I'm done fighting the urge not to write a part 2 of 'Chasing Shadows'. So, I guess it will be safe for me to tell y'all to anticipate a second part to the story. In the meantime, I want us to go back to our 'weTalk' series, which I started in April 2015. It's basically short stories raising pertinent issues that affect everyone

“ You have to tell her the whole truth. I’m sure about this one, okay? She deserves to know…” *Pause* “I’m praying for you, son, like I’ve always done. You know that is the only thing that has kept me going…” His mother’s words rang in his head. He could still feel her gentle squeeze on his shoulders, and the softness of her voice as she prayed for him. He was such a mess all through the week. He decided to get his act together before driving to Lagos that Saturday. He had visited his mother the Friday night before and told her about the call from Sade’s mother. She had smiled in a weird but calm way when he told her. There were so many things he was still trying to figure out in his life, especially what his family had done to deserve series of misfortune. But above all, his mother’s calmness was the one thing he couldn’t figure out. It was not just the prayers and relationship with God that she claimed to draw her strength from. He found it hard to believe that anyone

Sade took a longer time to get down from the car, she couldn’t control the rate at which her heart was beating. She had longed for this day for the past one year and seven months but now that the day was here, she was everything but excited to be home. She scanned through the compound and looked intently for the chair on which her dad usually relaxed in whenever he returned from work early. The chair was no longer there; that was the only obvious thing missing from the compound. The domestic workers that worked for their family were still here; they had not been re placed , save for Seun who was her mum’s new driver. She tried to encourage herself to keep calm before getting down from the car. Her excited mum, who couldn’t help but talk about how much her dad was expecting her, got down from the car the moment Seun drove into the compound. She had not changed her habit of getting down just at the gate and walking into the house which was quite a distance from the gate. Sade