it's such an early hour
just the wrong time
of the year.
what happened to all
the sunny clouds?
where did the rainbow go?
where is my summer_
my orangey yellow sunset:
it's that time of the year
to be indoor again
It was impossible to completely assimilate
what Richard was going on about; what the group of umunna’s scattered around
our sitting room were going on about. The only two words that had registered in
my mind were, “new” and “wife”, and I wasn’t even upset. Hadn’t I seen this coming? Hadn’t my instincts
warned me? My vicious mother-in-law from the start, threatened?No, I wasn’t upset; I was completely slapped
across the face with surprise. I thought finally Richard and I were fine, that
we were gone past the rocky months in our marriage. He’d been smiling more
often the past few weeks. He told me just last week how much he loved me: with
his eyes, like he did the first day he saw me, that day at the Customer Service
room in the First Bank Headquarters of Nsukka, on the chilly day of December 4th
Richard’s eyes were what Professor Agu¸our
Classical English literature final year professor described as “sorrowful but
intense; the kind of eyes that draws you in to want to know more...” he…
September1 September ushered in the last of the rains; the kind that fell noiselessly and without the fierce winds like in May and June.
May 17 May was when I saw it, the fierce eyes of Soluja the mad man. it had been a cloudy day, one where, the blackness of the cloud thickened, breaking up now and then with thunder and lightening, darkening my mood like charcoal. i was sitting by the window of the moving bus, lost in thought, what people refer to as being "absent minded," when my eyes met the mad man's. i'd expected to meet a blank expression but what my eyes saw were alert pupils; pointy unblinking eyes with an air of artistic craziness. almost as if he could see through my fears, past my boldness to dare stare at him. he could see all of my secrets and those eyes, still haunt me till this day...
June 5 if i turned, she would definitely know i was staring at her and i wasn't about to give her the satisfaction of being admired. low…
that was the sign on the gate of the house in front of me. it seemed the house owner, angry at over eager prospective buyers of his property, had put it up, telling them loudly to "piss off."
the gate seemed locked and i couldn't spot a bell so retrieving my cellphone from my ready-to-give-up-the-ghost handbag, i dialled Funke for the seventh time today.
"Funks, babe, the gate is locked o and there's no sign of a bell anywhere..."
"don't worry" she said, "i've told chief to get someone to open up for you"
"ookay" i replied, my throat drying up "thanks. "
"don't mention dear", she answered, giggling at someone at the background and before i could ask how i was supposed to introduce myself to chief agian for the umpteenth time, she hung up.
i felt my insides die, then resurrect again only to die back when i heard footsteps approaching the gate. my bladder almost spilled it's co…