On The Streets Of Lagos.
Time passed and the air between my mother and Ajepe got comfortable. I think I was satisfied with the understanding. No familiarity, just mutual acknowledgment. My mother was grateful for his protection and I was grateful I meant that much to her. I never witnessed how it started but I fair knowledge of how it may end. Jokes began to pass between Ajepe and Maa mi. That smile I seldom saw began to come frequently. Hearty, wide and really beautiful. The nosy neighbors, customers with half baked skin and most of the people my mother placed curses on never failed to notice. Once or twice, I caught Iya Basira oni paraga giving her the eyes; the kind a child gives when they first see the cake. Soon, he was visiting our stall every other evening marking the gradual decline of my ten naira stipend. I didn’t know how to react at first because it was weird. Coming back from school to meet my mother in the company of a male figure that was neither I nor my faceless father. I suppose I s