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Don't Procastinate, Hydrate!

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An old song says “water, e no get enemy” (i.e., water has no enemy). I could remember singing this song on a fateful day after receiving lectures from 8am — 3pm. It was quite sunny that day, the weather was hot. I hurriedly left the class after the lectures to get a tricycle that would transport me back to my hostel. Getting down from the tricycle, I had a sum of one hundred naira with me, so I decided to get a sachet of water as I was really thirsty. I went to a small stall to get it, but the vendor told me she had no change . I left her place with a decision of not splitting the money, but to rather walk fast to my hostel, so I would use it to transport myself back to school the next day. A Few meters away from my hostel, I was already sweating profusely, my tongue was dry: I was really thirsty. I got to my hostel and hurriedly opened the tap situated outside. Oops , there was no water. I had to scurry to my room at the farthest block, unlock my room door, grab a bottle
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Episode 12 — The Beans and I

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Episode 12 - The beans and I "Mojisola, go and watch your movie at the dining room so you can see what's happening to the beans" Mrs Ayomide said before she headed out for the market. The day was sweating as the sun came out so sharp and piercing. She took her plain green umbrella and began her journey in the dust covered road.  Moji was so annoyed. Watching movies in her room would be cozy and comforting as against the dining room where all is just foody and hot.  In a medium-sized pot, on an electric stove was the beans, silently swimming and walking in the pot. Having, contemplated on what to do, she poured three cups of water into the pot. The sluggish beans stood still, waiting for heat to help them motile again. She sat on a chair at first but when the memories of what she was watching took over her mind, she couldn't but find her way into her room.  She laid on the bed, with the pillow on chest, in a prone position. She continued to fast-forward any
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Episode 11 - What happened that night

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Episode 11 He pushed the chair against the wall, walked towards the door and tiptoed into the passageway. He wrinkled his face as he squeezed his eyes through a narrow hole in the passage door. It was 12am and counting. The sky was raging and the thunders reverberated across the town. He looked through and saw nothing but darkness, thick darkness covering the sitting room except for the red led light beaming from the electricity meter. Ade felt an unusual smooth touch and was startled when he saw his younger siblings staying close to him.  "Ife, Seun, get back to the room!" "Shh...stop ranting or we will shout. We are in this together." They chorused.  He was pained but there was nothing he could do. They stood close to the wall like an army wanting to attack a city. Slowly but steadily, he held the handle of the door and opened it. Then he lifted it, adjusting the door so it won't make a sound. They filed out, each to a strategic point. Ife went to the door of
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Episode 10 - toothpaste or tomatopaste?

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I don't know when you pulled the trigger but I have fallen in love with you – the message that Kolade typed to Grace on his WhatsApp. The lad waited for a reply but it surprised him that she was already offline and so the text was marked as sent. He rolled over his bed and put the phone on a stool close to his head.  "Ogbeni, come and buy toothpaste for us." Mrs Adeyemi shouted from the sitting room.  He came out sluggishly, trying to keep his smile secret but his father caught him while doing so.  "Bring that phone and go get the paste. You children of nowadays, you like to commit your destiny into a small mirror they call smartphone. Come here!" His father beckoned on him.  He quickly lock his phone and gave it to him. He took the money from his mother's purse and went out of the house.  On the street of Akoka, his mind was filled with the sleepless nights he had whenever he and Grace chatted. She was a funny, witty, nerdy, lousy lady whose fingers like to
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Episode 09 — Was it the rain?

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Episode 09 — Was it the rain?  It was a breezy Saturday evening. The cloud was dark and thick that it rumbled steadily. My 13year old self was already so excited of the rain party which would go down that evening if it rained eventually. Some clouds dribbled but fumbled and would not bring rain. I hoped this one would not disappoint.  'Junior, have you drank that agbo (herbal mix) I left on your table since yesterday?', my mummy asked in a really serious tone, entering the living room where I was, glued to the TV screen. 'erm...um..', I stuttered 'Oor, you're doing yourself o, something that you'll just pour inside that stainless cup and gulp it down, if you like be complaining of headache o, you hear?' she sat down on the three-seater sofa. The weather was not only great for a rain party, it was superb for watching a favorite movie all cuddled up. 'Ewo tun le leyii? Which one is this one?', she asked, as though she was truly intere
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Episode 08 - When I Was Twelve

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Episode 08 - When I Was Twelve  The phone rang. I stood up from where I was reading in the dining and quickly ran to give him his phone outside, where he was gisting with my mum. "Daddy, Big Mummy is calling you." I gave him the phone. Answering the call, my dad started a discussion with his sister. "Hello my Aunt, hope you're doing well, how about my younger ones." He continued in our native language, Yoruba.  "Ola, please put this cup inside for me." My mother said as I was about to go inside. I took the cup from her and took it inside. After about five hours, it was 10:00pm, my parents were already within the building. He informed us that Mrs Adeniyi, his sister, would be visiting on the morrow. Astonished and elated, with strong passion and rigour, we were moved to arrange and rearrange the whole house, especially the guest room.  We couldn't sleep early that night as we anticipated their arrival the next day.  The D-day came. Since
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Episode 07 - Leemao

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Episode 07 - Leemao   He lied on the floor as his dad kept landing blows with both fists to his face. He was bleeding all over, the thoughts of why he didn't just stay in school kept coming to his mind. He shouted begging his dad, but he was more than ready to kill him. It all started one summer, my boys said we should go jogging through a distance of about fifteen kilometres. I laughed at them with the thoughts of how that could even be possible. Then I saw Olamide, the girl I've had a crush on, from my first year in the University.  She was the complete definition of a woman: beautiful to behold; meticulous in intelligence and dramatic in dexterity; her agile yet fragile body blend with the figure eight shape and her perfect, well carved curves. I'd give her a ten anytime, any day. Olamide took a swipe at Jeff, my best friend and asked if we were going for a jog. I immediately replied yes. I couldn't imagine what came over me; whether it was the feeling of
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