‘Charles, I want my money now!’ Charles had never seen his best friend in a fit of rage. Shola had barged into his house, shouting at the top of his voice and demanding for his money. Why won’t his friend be patient with him? Shola knew he didn’t have a job yet. His wife just got out of the hospital barely a week ago. He had emptied his account to pay the hospital bills. ‘Shola, I’ll give you...
Read Episode 1 Ebun passed a clean white handkerchief to her sister. Funmi had stopped crying. ‘You need time alone. Just put yourself together and let God guide your thinking process. I’ll be in the living room.’ Funmi nodded and blew her nose into the handkerchief. When Ebun moved towards the door, Funmi ran after her. Ebun turned swiftly, worried. ‘What’s the matter?’ Funmi looked terrified...
Charles awakened, wondering where he was and why he was lying on the cold floor. Everywhere was dark. Where was Funmi? He struggled to his feet and held the wooden frame of the bed for support. When he found Funmi’s legs, he was relieved and groped his way to the empty space beside his wife. ‘Funmi, move your legs.’ Charles said as he raise the duvet to cover his body. Funmi’s legs were sprawled...
Charles typed quickly, his eyes darting from the keyboard to the laptop screen. His wife was distracting him and he felt like pushing her out of the room. She’d slammed the door five times in three minutes, paced the room grumbling the way the muezzin nasally intoned before dusk from the mosque down the street. He stopped working and glanced at the heap of clothes on the bed. Funmi added more...
Funmi swallowed the last piece of grazed ham and pushed her plate aside. ‘I enjoyed this meal. Can we do this again next week?’ Charles laughed. ‘My wife, my wife, you like better thing abeg.’ Funmi wiped her mouth with a white napkin and looked around the restaurant. It was her first time there. ‘I love this place. How did you find it?’ ‘Shola.’ Charles responded. ‘We hung out here with one of...
Charles held a spoonful of rice to his wife’s mouth. She shook her head and gently pushed the spoon away. ‘I don’t want to eat again.’ she rubbed her stomach. ‘My stomach is bloated.’ Charles looked down at the half-filled bowl of jollof rice. ‘Three more spoons and I’ll stop. Please.’ Funmi grumbled. ‘Why are you so stubborn?’ She chewed the rice slowly, frowning when Charles scooped another...
‘Charles, where are you coming from?’ Funmi snapped at her husband as he walked in through the front door. Charles stopped and gave her a long look. ‘You are monitoring me now?’ Funmi’s face went hot. ‘It’s midnight for heaven sake. What responsible married man comes home at this time? I’m asking you again, where are you coming from?’ Charles thrust his hands into his pockets and strut towards...
Charles glared at his wife from the mirror as he knotted his tie. She was sprawled on the bed fast asleep, her lips slightly parted and her snore reverberating like an old electric saw. She opened her eyes drowsily, shut them and rolled to the other side of the bed. What Charles wanted to do was grab a bottle of cold water and pour it down her face. It was almost 8am. Did she think she was still...
DEAR FRANCA SERIES: I FOUND MY WIFE A loud cry woke Franca up. She opened her eyes and groped for her cellphone in the darkness. When she found it, she tapped the screen and swiped down for the torchlight icon. With light brimming from her phone, she climbed out of the bed. The tempo of the cry increased. Franca sighed as she rushed out of the room. Why won’t her son just allow her have few hours...
Read: Dear Franca Series: Divorce is not an option? Century Hotel. Boardroom. Dolapo walked into the boardroom in a blue gown and six inch high heels shoes. She waved at Deji, the graphics designer who was laughing at whatever the chief editor was saying. Her eyes shifted to the other side of the boardroom. The web developer, Mary sat in front of a dell laptop, pointing at the laptop screen and...
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