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My aunt (aunty Dupe) walked into my room on a Sunday afternoon after church with a glass of juice in hand. As grateful as I was for the warmth, love and care I was showered with by my aunt, her husband and only daughter who was several years younger than me, I couldn't stop the feeling of rejection from my parents that crept in once in a while. She set the glass cup on one side of my dressing table, and balanced her small frame on the low stool positioned in front of the mirror. "Bisola" she called out softly. "Ma" I replied quietly. "Don't you like it here?" She turned my face up to look directly into her eyes. "I do... " I really felt comfortable living with my aunt but I had so much bottled up inside including a foetus without a father. I tried to stop the tears from flowing down. "Shhh, shhhh" aunty Dupe moved the stool with her body towards me and began patting me on the back. "Everything will be just...

If I ever heard my parents argue, it must have been a long time ago, probably when I was still a little girl. As I sat in my room that evening, wondering where I'd find someone to stand in as the 'father of the child', I heard voices from my parents' bedroom. I knew the argument had everything to do with me. I suspected it was the result of mum 's conversation with whoever she called in the study. I tiptoed back to the corridor with the hope of picking one or two things from the crux of the argument. "She's going. She has to go. It will save us the stress of having to explain to everyone..." I imagined her walking to my father to make this statement. She was probably on her knees as she spoke. "You won't have to go through the trauma that came with such public humiliation before the entire congregation..." This time, mum spoke in a rather low pitch. I imagined her placing her hands on father's laps if father was sitting on th...

06 March 2017 8.45am Echoes Newspaper House A depressed Bisola had walked into the office on Monday with her mind made up on how to reach Kaina yet again. She had save the number that Saturday and rushed to Whatsapp to see if it would reveal a profile. She was rather disappointed that the number was not on Whatsapp. She hid her number and redialed with expectation that he would pick and Truecaller would identify the number but he ignored the call and the name that popped up was not anything close to all middle and pet names of Marcus. A part of her told her not to bother; Marcus had disappeared into thin air forever, there was no point trying to find him after four years. The other part told her to continue the search. “Good morning Sunshine” Akin’s loud voice cut through Bisola’s thoughts. “Morning Moonshine” She responded rather coldly. “What’s the matter?” Akin asked with concern in his eyes as he walked to Bisola’s table. Bisola told him she had a long weeke...

I had two days and three nights to come up with a plan, a workable plan. I sprawled on the floor as soon as I saw the door close behind father. I was literally doomed but I rejected the word "doom" subconsciously. I let the tears flow without much noise from my lips and after about two minutes of crying, I raised my body up from the floor and collapsed into father's chair. Crying won't solve anything, I told myself. It was time to get someone involved. There was only one person to get involved but the thought of having to face mum again, someone who had consciously ignored my existence for the past two weeks, was weakening. It was as if my parents planned it. As a matter of fact, I believed they agreed to just let me suffer from their silence on the whole issue. At that moment, I longed for mum's loud warnings, scolding, and her obsessive instructions for daily 'righteous' living. I could almost imagine her in the study with me, raising her voice like ...

Hello wonderful people and ardent readers of TyFaith's Blog. Since this is my first post for the year, I would like to wish everyone a very happy new year (even though we're four months into the year already😊).  I hope we've all been having a productive 2017; working on our goals, meeting up with set targets, and following up on those new year resolutions. A new short story series begins today and I'm hoping you will all enjoy this story as much as the previous ones. I present to you HOOK, LINE AND SINKER! Enjoy the read, share with friends and family, and remember to share your thoughts on each episode with me. Cheers! Faith. *** This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidences are either the products of Faith's imagination and (actual places) are used in a fictitious manner . Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. ...Faith Olatunbosun  The year ...