The side of her bed was ruffled. Her tooth brush was as it always was,turned upside down on d sink. Her towel,grey in colour was as dry as d bushmeat sold on d roadside of Ore.It had been two weeks since the clock stopped...two weeks since I heard her hum in d bathroom while brushing. Two weeks...
The sound of a little being put me out of my thoughts...I was still indifferent about dis baby...d thought of been reminded of such an unfortunate event at every sight of this child drove my mind wild wit different feelings of Anger,Hatred,Love,Pain...it was inexpressible.....Everything in dis house made me want to b locked up far away; from d smell of her perfume, d paintings on d wall even as far as d curtains ol reminded me of her...I couldn't help regretting why I supported her decision to redecorate last year,,,she ws all about d grey theme as it symbolised winter,d period we met 6 years ago...
It had not been d usual "love at first sight"...it was more of "hate without reason"....she was d best female student in Law and I was d one who partied most of d time and still kept good grades. I knew her as d "ova sabi" girl as a typical nigerian will call a brainy n she knew me as d cheeky boy who got away with almost everything except her! My Criminal Law Lecturer then required us to pair up and living in d spirit of feminism,d girls all picked from a box their male partners...Jumoke chose me and I was undoubtedly angry that I would hv 2 work this time 4 my course...I ges after the idea clashing on our assignments,we started struggling with feelings that were beginning to grow inside of us!Convincing her to date me was almost impossible! I had to constantly prove myself but that's history now.
Walking to d bathroom ws an ordeal,staring at d mirror ws worse,I was a mess!Ma beards were so full,for a split second,I tot I was Majek Fashek,but who was I to bother?!what ws d point of looking gud wen perishing ws inevitable!!!...As I dressed up in my jalamia,I remembered how Jumoke will nag about me being
