If I had known her life would soon be cut short, perhaps, our last exchange would have been less heated.

“the issue that you hid from the father, it is that same father that would resolve it”

I was at Aunty Ayo’s house, Father. Her husband had travelled again, and as usual she invited me to help her forget.

His name is Ade. He has the face of a saint, one that looked out of place among the rough faces here.