FUNMI: Mother-In-Law Woes


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“I don’t want a typical Nigerian wedding,” I blurted out to Ebuka who had a pen and notepad in his hands, trying to make notes of our plans.
“And what’s a typical Nigerian wedding my darling?” He laughed.
“I’m sure you’ve attended loads of them. The one where there are a thousand guests, five hundred of them wearing aso ebi, and mostly unknown to the couple. There’s loud music playing on one corner and the musician is busy singing praises of the list of wealthy people he can get his hands on. Typical Nigerian weddings are carnivals!” I exclaimed.
Ebuka burst into laughter.
“I think you just described a typical Yoruba wedding.” He had a glint in his eyes that signalled the beginning of a teasing episode.
“You’re just being tribalistic,” I pushed him playfully. “I have just described a typical Nigerian wedding, take it or leave it. Do ...

FUNMI: Mother-In-Law Woes


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“I don’t want a typical Nigerian wedding,” I blurted out to Ebuka who had a pen and notepad in his hands, trying to make notes of our plans.
“And what’s a typical Nigerian wedding my darling?” He laughed.
“I’m sure you’ve attended loads of them. The one where there are a thousand guests, five hundred of them wearing aso ebi, and mostly unknown to the couple. There’s loud music playing on one corner and the musician is busy singing praises of the list of wealthy people he can get his hands on. Typical Nigerian weddings are carnivals!” I exclaimed.
Ebuka burst into laughter.
“I think you just described a typical Yoruba wedding.” He had a glint in his eyes that signalled the beginning of a teasing episode.
“You’re just being tribalistic,” I pushed him playfully. “I have just described a typical Nigerian wedding, take it or leave it. Do ...

DOLAPO: Coffee, Papers, & Co.


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Amazingly, the sliced cucumbers were executing a sort of magic on my eyes. I’d chilled them in my refrigerator for an hour and a half, and then carefully positioned the slices on top of each eye, and voila, the surge of invigoration I felt was unbelievable.

Earlier tonight, the muscles around my eyes had been so sore that I couldn’t sleep. The last thing I needed was to wake up tomorrow, on a beautiful Saturday morning, and decline offers to hang out with my favorite folks, just because of a stupid puffy-eyed morning syndrome. Kene had been telling me to go home at a decent hour, but no, Ms. Perfectionist never listens, but always tries to stay later than usual at the studio.

To try to solve the problem, I flipped through some pages in a magazine I’d selected from my rack. I was more than thrilled when I saw ...

DOLAPO: Coffee, Papers, & Co.


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Amazingly, the sliced cucumbers were executing a sort of magic on my eyes. I’d chilled them in my refrigerator for an hour and a half, and then carefully positioned the slices on top of each eye, and voila, the surge of invigoration I felt was unbelievable.

Earlier tonight, the muscles around my eyes had been so sore that I couldn’t sleep. The last thing I needed was to wake up tomorrow, on a beautiful Saturday morning, and decline offers to hang out with my favorite folks, just because of a stupid puffy-eyed morning syndrome. Kene had been telling me to go home at a decent hour, but no, Ms. Perfectionist never listens, but always tries to stay later than usual at the studio.

To try to solve the problem, I flipped through some pages in a magazine I’d selected from my rack. I was more than thrilled when I saw ...

TITI: A Play With Light and Darkness


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When night falls and you are alone, the moment before you drift off to sleep can be difficult. Your life sometimes flashes through your mind. The emptiness or fullness of it; angst becomes images, worsened if you sleep in a dark room.

It is not the same for couples, I think. I imagine whatever flashes before their eyes as they close them comes with pictures of others. For me, I only have images of myself. Alone. Sometimes clutching air just before sleep takes me away and then I dream of different men; Dayo, Victor and lately Tom.

Ah, Tom, I should tell you about that weekend he visited Victor.

I woke up that Saturday morning excited, ready to start my day. I remember the events of the previous night and felt free. Sending the songs to Dayo and the follow up text is evidence that I am truly breaking away. ...

TITI: A Play With Light and Darkness


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When night falls and you are alone, the moment before you drift off to sleep can be difficult. Your life sometimes flashes through your mind. The emptiness or fullness of it; angst becomes images, worsened if you sleep in a dark room.

It is not the same for couples, I think. I imagine whatever flashes before their eyes as they close them comes with pictures of others. For me, I only have images of myself. Alone. Sometimes clutching air just before sleep takes me away and then I dream of different men; Dayo, Victor and lately Tom.

Ah, Tom, I should tell you about that weekend he visited Victor.

I woke up that Saturday morning excited, ready to start my day. I remember the events of the previous night and felt free. Sending the songs to Dayo and the follow up text is evidence that I am truly breaking away. ...

TITI: A Play With Light and Darkness


This post is by Ayodele Alofe from In My Dreams It Was Simpler


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When night falls and you are alone, the moment before you drift off to sleep can be difficult. Your life sometimes flashes through your mind. The emptiness or fullness of it; angst becomes images, worsened if you sleep in a dark room.

It is not the same for couples, I think. I imagine whatever flashes before their eyes as they close them comes with pictures of others. For me, I only have images of myself. Alone. Sometimes clutching air just before sleep takes me away and then I dream of different men; Dayo, Victor and lately Tom.

Ah, Tom, I should tell you about that weekend he visited Victor.

I woke up that Saturday morning excited, ready to start my day. I remember the events of the previous night and felt free. Sending the songs to Dayo and the follow up text is evidence that I am truly breaking away. ...

TEMMY: One Step Forward, One Step Back


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Hi Temmy, pls see Mr Alderton as soon as you get in. Thanks, Lydia.
I got into the office and found the hastily scribbled post-it note on my computer. Oh dear. Lydia was my boss’ secretary, a rather scattered but nice lady. I wondered what was up as I took of my jacket and switched on my desk-top. Maybe she had forgotten to inform me of some meeting yesterday and I’d missed it. Or due to some problem or the other, I was being made redundant. I thought I should check my emails or list of tasks for any clues before going to see him. I scrolled through my messages; there was nothing unusual. Shrugging off the worried feeling in my stomach, I went to his office. But to my surprise, it was the news I had not even dared to hope I would get. My heart leapt and did ...

TEMMY: One Step Forward, One Step Back


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Hi Temmy, pls see Mr Alderton as soon as you get in. Thanks, Lydia.
I got into the office and found the hastily scribbled post-it note on my computer. Oh dear. Lydia was my boss’ secretary, a rather scattered but nice lady. I wondered what was up as I took of my jacket and switched on my desk-top. Maybe she had forgotten to inform me of some meeting yesterday and I’d missed it. Or due to some problem or the other, I was being made redundant. I thought I should check my emails or list of tasks for any clues before going to see him. I scrolled through my messages; there was nothing unusual. Shrugging off the worried feeling in my stomach, I went to his office. But to my surprise, it was the news I had not even dared to hope I would get. My heart leapt and did ...

FOLAKE: Broken-Hearted Girl


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“Sweetheart.”

My eyes fluttered open, annoyed at the hands that were shaking me awake. Assaulted immediately by the brightness of the room, I burrowed further into my duvet, covering my head in the process.

It had been a peculiar couple of weeks. I was in a weird place, where nothing else existed but my forlorn feelings. I questioned myself as a woman, which led to questioning my place and my status in everything else. Some would call it depression. The chief was getting worried. I typically speak to my father every other day but now he’d been the one doing the calling. Lately, I’d been feeling lethargic and no matter how I tried to shake off the feelings, they wouldn’t budge.

I had completed my transfer to London. My new position allowed the flexibility of working in both continents and on Michael’s advice, I wasn’t going to put up ...

FOLAKE: Broken-Hearted Girl


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“Sweetheart.”

My eyes fluttered open, annoyed at the hands that were shaking me awake. Assaulted immediately by the brightness of the room, I burrowed further into my duvet, covering my head in the process.

It had been a peculiar couple of weeks. I was in a weird place, where nothing else existed but my forlorn feelings. I questioned myself as a woman, which led to questioning my place and my status in everything else. Some would call it depression. The chief was getting worried. I typically speak to my father every other day but now he’d been the one doing the calling. Lately, I’d been feeling lethargic and no matter how I tried to shake off the feelings, they wouldn’t budge.

I had completed my transfer to London. My new position allowed the flexibility of working in both continents and on Michael’s advice, I wasn’t going to put up ...

DAYO: Doing The Necessary


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After a depressing, self-pitying, fighting-hard-not-to-be-filled-with-regrets-about-Folake Saturday, I spent the evening at Chikwendu's house. Chikwendu was my colleague at work. We were not particularly chums, but he was throwing a birthday party for his newest wife. Too many Dominicans were going to be there, he said; he needed to invite as many Nigerians as he knew to balance the nationality. His wife, the second one, was Dominican. Chikwendu’s first marriage did not work out. I do not have the details. By the time we met at Ericsson, his divorce procedure was almost final and he was already dating Yadnus. I was not in the habit of asking colleagues questions about their personal lives. If they volunteered the information, on the other hand, I would not shut off my ears.

Chikwendu had not spoken about his relationship to me. Actually, I was surprised when I got his invitation. I was not going ...

DAYO: Doing The Necessary


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After a depressing, self-pitying, fighting-hard-not-to-be-filled-with-regrets-about-Folake Saturday, I spent the evening at Chikwendu's house. Chikwendu was my colleague at work. We were not particularly chums, but he was throwing a birthday party for his newest wife. Too many Dominicans were going to be there, he said; he needed to invite as many Nigerians as he knew to balance the nationality. His wife, the second one, was Dominican. Chikwendu’s first marriage did not work out. I do not have the details. By the time we met at Ericsson, his divorce procedure was almost final and he was already dating Yadnus. I was not in the habit of asking colleagues questions about their personal lives. If they volunteered the information, on the other hand, I would not shut off my ears.

Chikwendu had not spoken about his relationship to me. Actually, I was surprised when I got his invitation. I was not going ...

DAYO: Doing The Necessary


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After a depressing, self-pitying, fighting-hard-not-to-be-filled-with-regrets-about-Folake Saturday, I spent the evening at Chikwendu's house. Chikwendu was my colleague at work. We were not particularly chums, but he was throwing a birthday party for his newest wife. Too many Dominicans were going to be there, he said; he needed to invite as many Nigerians as he knew to balance the nationality. His wife, the second one, was Dominican. Chikwendu’s first marriage did not work out. I do not have the details. By the time we met at Ericsson, his divorce procedure was almost final and he was already dating Yadnus. I was not in the habit of asking colleagues questions about their personal lives. If they volunteered the information, on the other hand, I would not shut off my ears.

Chikwendu had not spoken about his relationship to me. Actually, I was surprised when I got his invitation. I was not going ...

FUNMI: A Pleasant Surprise


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The last few weeks have been the best of my life. Ebuka made sure of it. One day, I woke up to a gift on my doorstep. It was kind of cool to know that even though I had spent part of the previous day with him and walked him to his car, he’d somehow found the time to sneak back and leave me a gift. The first time, it was a scarf I had mentioned that I liked while we were window shopping. Since then, I’d gotten other random gifts ranging from earrings to some beautiful hair accessories to a lovely notepad that said ‘You and I’.

Today however, I wasn’t excited about waking up. Ebuka was out of town for a week on work related business and I knew there would be no gift at my door. I got up and got ready for my day without much ...

FUNMI: A Pleasant Surprise


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The last few weeks have been the best of my life. Ebuka made sure of it. One day, I woke up to a gift on my doorstep. It was kind of cool to know that even though I had spent part of the previous day with him and walked him to his car, he’d somehow found the time to sneak back and leave me a gift. The first time, it was a scarf I had mentioned that I liked while we were window shopping. Since then, I’d gotten other random gifts ranging from earrings to some beautiful hair accessories to a lovely notepad that said ‘You and I’.

Today however, I wasn’t excited about waking up. Ebuka was out of town for a week on work related business and I knew there would be no gift at my door. I got up and got ready for my day without much ...

DOLAPO: Castaway


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After Lola stormed off, the rest of us tried to hack into the email for several hours. Scribbled on a yellow index card were words Funmi had shuffled, using names of Maureen's family members and favorite fashion designers. We gathered around her laptop and tried the possible combinations. Nothing worked. Rummaging through the leaves of the diary again, I searched for any outstanding words. I threw out one more possibility. Still, no luck. The wheel of fortune was certainly not spinning in our direction.

There was only one sensible option left now. We decided that we were going to hand over the diary to the Metropolitan police in the morning.


* * * * * *

A soft breeze blew into the room from the open sliding door which led to the balcony. I threw my head back to bask in its coolness as it massaged my neck and shoulders. ...

DOLAPO: Castaway


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After Lola stormed off, the rest of us tried to hack into the email for several hours. Scribbled on a yellow index card were words Funmi had shuffled, using names of Maureen's family members and favorite fashion designers. We gathered around her laptop and tried the possible combinations. Nothing worked. Rummaging through the leaves of the diary again, I searched for any outstanding words. I threw out one more possibility. Still, no luck. The wheel of fortune was certainly not spinning in our direction.

There was only one sensible option left now. We decided that we were going to hand over the diary to the Metropolitan police in the morning.


* * * * * *

A soft breeze blew into the room from the open sliding door which led to the balcony. I threw my head back to bask in its coolness as it massaged my neck and shoulders. ...

TEMMY: Getting My Groove Back


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It was a Thursday and almost closing time at the IT firm where I worked as a Software Developer. I had been feeling a bit low since the fashion show and I needed to do something this weekend to perk myself up. I wasn’t feeling like my usual self, and I resented that. This morning, I decided that I had just about had enough of obsessing over Tade. I hadn’t heard from him for weeks, but last night I woke up from a dream of me and him on a date together. That was the signal I needed to shake myself. He appears to have moved on from our fling, so I’ve got to do the same. I need to reclaim the old Temmy! The Temmy who would never cry or mope around over a man. The Temmy who grabbed life by the horns and played by her own rules.

...

TEMMY: Getting My Groove Back


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It was a Thursday and almost closing time at the IT firm where I worked as a Software Developer. I had been feeling a bit low since the fashion show and I needed to do something this weekend to perk myself up. I wasn’t feeling like my usual self, and I resented that. This morning, I decided that I had just about had enough of obsessing over Tade. I hadn’t heard from him for weeks, but last night I woke up from a dream of me and him on a date together. That was the signal I needed to shake myself. He appears to have moved on from our fling, so I’ve got to do the same. I need to reclaim the old Temmy! The Temmy who would never cry or mope around over a man. The Temmy who grabbed life by the horns and played by her own rules.

...