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After a meeting with the Heads of Departments of my husband’s company, I followed Busayo to her house before going to pick up Odin from school. I was pressed, so I went to the comfort station to pee when my phone rang. It was a message and Busayo read it before I came out. “Tony-baby, what the hell are you doing with Kayode?” “Like what?” I pretended as if nothing is going on between I and him. “Don’t lie here joor, you think you can spoil what Ray laboured to establish?” “Where are you going? Better stop it.” “Stop what, c’mon, take your phone and tell him where you two will be meeting tonight.” She threw my phone at me and I saw the message. “Bussy-baby, you have to understand.” “Understand what? That you want to crumble Ray’s family and company or what?” “I know you will not understand. See Busayo, I’m a woman and need some good man to touch me. I can’t stay masturbating all by myself jare.” “Is that all you can say?” “See, the issue here is that I have feelings for Kayode, even though I was kind of wondering why he sent me the parcel he did send.” I did as if nothing had happened between us two some lovely day before my husband’s demise. “My friend, Tony-baby, I know you have a life to live. You’re a young widow and your things are still in shape but you have to be careful. Look at your son and see a replica of Ray.” “If you can’t get a man and marry, don’t be telling me rubbish about life. What do you know about life?” I spoke to her as if we’ve not been friends for quite some years now. “Listen to me Tonia or ruin your life joor.” She told me as she went into her bedroom. I called her but she wouldn’t answer, so I left to pick up Odin from school. “Mummy, I love you but I know something about the bomb blast that mummy does not know.” “That’s my boy.” Truly, in him is a replica of Ray; his pointed nose, lovely brown eyes and dark hair. My son is just like his father; like father like son, they say. In the evening, I forgot to fry some fish for my son. He had been piscivorous all his small years. What is happening to me? “Mummy, where’s my fish. Ooh, mummy is selfish; she prepared chicken for only herself.” “No baby.” I rushed to the kitchen and fried some fish for him but he was gone before I came out. I followed him to his room and saw him crying. Getting closer and wiping his tears and telling him I have special fish for him tonight and I wanted to surprise him, he burst out laughing and we went back to the dining eating. Surprisingly, Kayode showed up and I went to open the door for him as Odin went upstairs. “Baby, I came to take you out for party.” “What party? You know I have a son to protect?” “I know but you have to get my point naah.” “Which point is that?” I said and saw his lips approaching mine. “Mummy, mummy.” My son called from upstairs. “Oh, my son.” But before Kayode could get up from me because he was already on top right there in the sitting room, my son shouted as he fell down from above, breaking his hand. Odin was breathing loud and I raced him to the hospital after asking Kayode to leave my house. In the hospital, the doctor said my son will get up soonest; it was not a complicated medical case just that he broke his hand. “Madame, don’t worry, your son will be up and doing very soon.” “Thank you doctor, I really appreciate your work.” “It’s my pleasure ma’am.” I stared at the doctor when he called me ‘ma’am.’ I wondered as I pondered what people see in me that they address me with such respect.

To Be Continued…

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