The living witness

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

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

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

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

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

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

Episode 06 It was a windy evening. The ground just drank a bout of rain. One could smell the burnt okra soup, coming from a neighbouring house.  "Phew, what kind of smell is this." He said, as he stood up to take a bottle of water. Their dog came around and started to lick his feet.  "Stop it jare ." He shouted  but the playful dog continued even further.  "Kola! Kola!! Come here." His father beckoned on him. He left the dog and ran inside the house. There had been no light since the morning. The transformer supplying their area had blown off and it was glaring that there would be no light unless it was fixed.  "Go to the room. Take a five hundred naira note from my wallet, go and buy fuel, so we can switch on the generator."  He took the cash, got a keg from the backyard and walked out of the gate.  As he walked on the street, he started thinking about his new phone. His father just bought a phone, and he promised to give him once he

  One could not but notice his anxiety: from the tiny little sweats that acervated to form droplets of oily waters; to the shakiness, plus tremors, dancing his hands to and fro. His legs were not left untouched too. The cover of his pen was already hurt, having suffered damage due to an unintentional tensed clenching of his teeth on the innocent rubber. The answer script was tainted with water. Despite the enormity of the paper, it was only his name that he had written.  As he raised up his head, what he saw were serious minded, roughly grin-faced individuals whose fast paced pens and sharp pencils danced rigorously to the tune of their mind. Each one swiped his booklet with such dexterity and it continuously made a solo for the calm, cool and serene atmosphere in the hall. All hands were filled with inky imprints and their heads were bent, inclined adjacent to their papers.  Francis is a Yoruba demon who schooled in the city of Akure. He was widely acclaimed as an erudite

"Ada, come and buy pepper for me," Her mother said.  "Send Ene, or am I the youngest here?" She took a swipe at the woman she calls her mother.  "Okay Ene, take the money and buy pepper for me." I was bitter and annoyed. I stood up sluggishly and collected the fifty naira note from her hand.  As I strolled along the street of Elele Town, I wondered why I came as the penultimate child. My sister was an arrogant monster who was so lazy to do the house chores. The only thing she knew was spending time on WhatsApp, telling people 'what's up'; she is always blushing while texting. Her cachinnate gestures were the most annoying to me. She claimed to be the Queen  of the house but there was no dignity or a sensible character in her.  My younger brother was a tyrant: a man of many stomachs; ever eating, never satisfied. His case was even worse.  As young as he was, every tongue of errands that spoke to him was always met with rebuff. Excep

One could start with a pair of shoes sitting on his chair, clothes scattered abroad like sprinkled water. One could also notice a pack of biscuit nylon situated adjacent to Dele’s head. However, what mattered to him was the extravagant jingling and ringing of the bell by his father. Mr Akin yawned as he rang the bell but the sound spread quickly like a bedspread across the house. Everyone including myself came to the sitting room to take our morning devotion, after which we will go on to prepare for school. It was 7 minutes past 7am when I got out of the bathroom. I would have to leave home by 7:30pm if I don’t want to be late for school. I had everything planned out and it had always worked out for me. As I wanted to wear my socks, I found out that they were dirty as always, so I took a soap from the kitchen, silently washed them and pressed them with an iron. It was a bad habit but was comfortable nonetheless. I took to my heels to arrive at the gate as the punctuality pr

  He woke up to meet the clapping thunder resonating in the air. It was on a cloudy afternoon and his sinews and marrows were just recovering from a bout of malaria that dealt with hi innocent soul.  Although the windy rain served as a panacea for the dusty nature of the season, the topographic and textural configuration of that locality was prone to flooding.  As he wiggled across the main passageway, he noticed an unusual silence across the building. His parents and most other tenants were not around because it was a Monday. Thus, he was left with the responsibility of preventing the waters from entering the house and to ward off lizards and unfriendly elements from having access into the building.  As he walked to the backyard, he noticed a creature lurking around its axis, under the pen house where their hens and anything domestic creatures with two legs were kept. He bent down checking, assuming a knee flexed position so the drops of water from the roof will not splash

"He is here", she said, as the terrible sound of the bike reverberated the locality. I entered the compound with a sack and an Ecolac bag on my left and right hand respectively.  I prostrated to greet my parents before making my way to the house to fill my belly with some cups of fresh, cold kunu .  “He should be able to prescribe drugs now.“, my dad shuddered to my mum though I could hear his strong, sharp voice intensified in my ears.  I was nothing but a bloody 100 level student who just finished his second semester examinations.  “It seems they don't know I just finished physics and chemistry”, I said, soliloquizing in front of our squeaky cat that was looking at me with so much sympathy.  Ever since I made a decision to study Medicine and Surgery, it had always had a soft spot for me. I don't know if he had seen a perilous future ahead; I wasn't curious though.  Few months later, we resumed back to school. I heaved a sign of relief like a pregnan

The world is on fire, and we humans are feeling the heat; even animals too.  Despite the nosediving economy of the world; the panic messages and the fiery videos that keeps popping up now and then, there is so much we can work on and work out when we are partially or fully isolated.  MODES YOU CAN USE  A. Be a hunter — One of the beauty of times like this is that it affords you the opportunity to gain knowledge and learn more about historical events. Dive from Covid-19 a bit and browse some facts. In simple terms —  1. Reads inspirational and motivational books 2. Listen to audio messages and voice notes that will transform your life.  3. Read historical books.  4. Search out cities, countries, great men, explorers, philosophers, world leaders and learn more about them.  5. Gather every idea you have rudimentary and take them back to the drawing board.  B. Be a cleaner — Another thing you can do is to take time to study your life in the past months and reflect on your chara