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Secrets #5

A few hours later, in her grandmother’s living room, she wiped the tears that ran down her face, with the back of her left hand. With her right, she picked up the piece of paper on her laps and continued reading. The way he asked me how you were, anytime I came back home, from a visit to you, told me more than you ever wanted to. You may never have talked about it, but I knew he was the one. A teardrop fell on the paper. Trust me, my darling. It will be alright. Your father… She stopped reading, as memories of a night, five years ago, came rushing in. “How could you have been so stupid, Bunmi?” “Daddy, I…” She put her face in her hands and started crying. “Niyi, calm down, please.” “Calm down, Sade?” He spread his arms upwards and shook his head. “Calm down, she…


FOR BETTER, FOR WORSE LUKE 1983 Daniel clung to the banister and groggily climbed up the stairs, his little head swaying from right to left. He had never had this much alcohol to drink in his life before. He had had a few shots of palm wine at the presidential villa when he suffered a mild case of conjunctivitis and his grandfather had told him it was good for his eyes. From that moment on, his father had been giving him little sips from his brandy, but nothing like today when he had downed almost half a glass of the burning liquid he had found in the kitchen. Now, he was sleepy and he was going to climb up to his room to give into nature’s dizzy spell. He knew his mother would be angry at him when she got back from church but she would pour out her…