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The Scratch On Your Shoulder #15

It’s been a while, fam. It feels good to be back. Enjoy this episode, and please, drop a comment. I always appreciate it. Previously on The Scratch On Your Shoulder… Cheta and Nero decided to fully go into the dating thing, and so far, it has been great. Ozzy showed up from nowhere, as usual, but he gave Gold and Ransome a shocker when he revealed that he was epileptic, due to a traumatic brain injury he suffered while in jail. He still wants his revenge on Hadiza. First, he asks Ransome for some money for business. Mazino and Hadiza went down memory lane, as things began to ease up between them, thanks to Baby Muhammed. They were all getting set to leave for Dubai for Muhammed’s treatment. Joy paid Nero an unannounced visit, seeking his help. Turned out she was a drug addict the whole time. Nero wasn’t…

Review of The Colourful Secrets of Abstract Things

The first time I read Abiodun’s work, I was left with a pleasant feeling that had me smiling for a while. You know that “who is this writer?” feeling. Along the years, I was blessed to read other short stories from him, which I really loved as well. Hence, when I found out that he had a book out, I was excited and looked forward to getting a copy. The Colourful Secrets of Abstract Things is a collection of poems that depicts the reality of what it means to be a Nigerian and a Lagosian. One of the things that strike you when you start reading is nostalgia. You don’t have to be in diaspora for you to feel wistful when reading Abiodun’s poems. They revoke memories and feelings from your past, and it’s a weird thing, because he is not particularly trying to do so with his work.…

The Scratch On Your Shoulder #14

Hadiza received her visa to Dubai in her email at exactly 10:00 a.m. A minute later, Fajr walked into her bedroom. “Good morning, Mommy.” Hadiza looked closely at her, worried about how much weight she had lost over the past few days. Her eyes appeared as if they might shut down any minute. “How are you, Faj?” “I’m fine. The visas just came in.” “Yeah, I got mine.” “Alhaji has confirmed our flight for tomorrow at 4pm. He and Daddy are making arrangements with the airline for Muhammed.” “That’s great. I told you everything would be fine, didn’t I? The delay at the embassy is a blessing in disguise.” “Mommy, Alhaji paid for express visas. We were supposed to get them in twenty-four hours, but it took two days.” “Relax.” “What if it’s a sign?” “A sign?” “That…” “That what, Fajr?” “Alhaji feels that maybe Allah wants us to just…

The Scratch On Your Shoulder #13

“So, why did you ghost me?” Nero’s question was a right one at the wrong time. Cheta wished he had waited until much later to ask her. Not now when her parents were having a row in the next room over her love life. She wanted to be as calm as he was, but she couldn’t stop thinking about what was to come after this moment. Her plan to shock her father had not worked out as she had wanted it to go. Her mother had gone ahead of her and told him about Nero while she was still outside the reception venue, taking selfies with Nero. When the old man came out and stood at the top of the stairs, observing them, Nero saw him before Cheta did. He nudged her and she looked up, locking eyes with Julius. Nnedinma stepped out next, guilt on her face. “Meet me…

The Scratch On Your Shoulder #11

Having just put her granddaughters to bed, after two annoying hours of struggling with them, Hadiza craved for a glass of wine and a pill to drive away the pain in her back. She also desired to have her feet massaged. Kadiri used to be so good at it, but she had recently began to drift away from him. This wasn’t intentional. Her life as a person living in the shadows, where she had needed him the most, was ending. Yet her feelings for him persisted. He meant a lot to her, still. “Is there anything you want me to do for you?” he asked as she entered the kitchen to pour herself some wine. He had just fixed a broken knob on the gas cooker. “I’m fine. You should rest. It’s been a long day.” She got lost in the notched movements of his muscled arms as she watched…

The Scratch On Your Shoulder #10

Cheta regretted parking her car within the church premises. She had enjoyed her time at the service, though, especially when Rere led the choir. She had almost forgotten how beautifully she sang. Back then, she had been Cheta’s music tutor. Cheta marveled at how much she was still dedicated to her talent and calling. But how could she still be in the same environment that covered up her abuse? “Can we not do this again?” Naza was in the front passenger’s seat, making multiple popping sounds with the bubble gum in her mouth. “Do what?” “Church. Never again. I so want to go home and sleep. It’s a bad idea to club the night before and come to church the morning after.” “I didn’t ask you to go clubbing.” “But you asked me here, and look, we’re stuck.” “Be patient, Chinaza. Ah.” Due to human and vehicular traffic outside the…

The Scratch On Your Shoulder #4

“I don’t understand how one would have a child, and then go ahead to treat them like shit all their lives. It makes no sense.” “Well, not everyone is your darling mother.” “I know.” Hadiza smiled at her son and placed a hand on his to stop him from his present activity. “The pepper is soft enough, Nero.” He let go of the pestle in his hand, realizing that he had been aggressive with it. This was all Cheta’s fault—she and her sad life’s story. He hadn’t been the same since she opened up to him about herself. He hadn’t spoken to her since then either. An entire month had passed. He was certain that this whole time, she might have thought him angry with her, maybe even insensitive, considering all that she had told him. But that wasn’t the case. Nero was buying time, trying to kill the resurrected…

The Scratch On Your Shoulder #3

Read previous episodes of The Scratch on Your Shoulder It felt like he was going on a date with her for the first time. He was nervous, and he must have taken more than a thousand steps in his living room as he walked in circles, rehearsing the words he would say to her. “Why are you talking to yourself?” He stopped moving, just realizing that his six-year-old granddaughter was in the room with him. She was seated on the floor, legs crossed, elbows resting on her knees as round eyes stared up at him in curiosity. She was Fajr’s daughter. Fajr had become his favorite child after his marriage to Hadiza crashed, for the reason that she had been the most hit by the divorce and had chosen to stay with and comfort him. Basim, and the lastborn, Hajara, had not cared as much as Fajr did. Fajr had…

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