After a while, Aunty Shebi Shebi and her Worldy Musician Husband were learning to enjoy each others company with or without a baby. It was almost like she had given up on the idea of conceiving, and if she wanted to adopt, she didnt have the money to. Her husband didnt have a job, and her work didnt pay well. She was learning to be in a happy place. In the span of three years she had stopped bleaching, stopped church prostituting, and even stopped pilfering money from our Soup money. One week after resuming for the second semester, my bathroom soap has melted to the shape of an hour glass. It is slim around the waist like a corset. I am on the toilet seat taking a shit looking at this seductive soap laying on the tiled floor, and it hits me: Everything comes to an end at some point, even soaps vanish, they seize to exist with time, they melt away. Everything must be used to fulfil its purpose, If not, theyd just end up being brand new figure 8 soaps, or expired brand new soaps still in their packet. Edward is now in Lagos, he has gotten a job with the job of his dreams-- An oil job with Total. He is happy, and everyday he calls me to talk about how he now wants to rent a house on Banana island, and marry that Hausa girl. She is the one Kelvin. Right from the very first day I set my eyes on her, I just knew she was the one. I am going to marry her, he says. What about Mother? You know she said she doesnt want a Hausa girl. How are you going to explain it to her? I ask. Just leave that woman. Id deal with her issue later. My own is just that she cant stop me. I dont need her approval,he says. There is love in the air. I am in love with Amina, Edward is in love with Falihat, and Walix is in love with America. Were all crushed like candy crush. My children would be chocolatey and tall like me and Amina, Edwards children would be light skinned and curvy like him and his Falihat, Walix children would be orange and wsup-mah-niggah like him and America. We all are ecstatic, were all about to dive into this new boat that our own parents paddled twenty years ago. We are men, and we are afraid, but we would row our boats with our wives sitting pretty like purple hibiscuses in their sunshine umbrellas. We would row our boats gently down the stream until we would get to the other side. We are uncertain of what our love will look like in the future, but we know this-- our boats will not capsize like our parents boat did. And when water starts to leak into our boats, and it seems like were sinking, we would dive out, we would blow our water balloons, and we would float. We havent given up on Aunty Shebi Shebi, we know that God will bless her with the anointing of a miracle, and she will finally have her own puppies, but until then, our children will call Aunty Shebi Shebi -- Mummy. Michael Ogah.
Posted on: Mon, 20 Oct 2014 17:12:02 +0000
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