The Vow (Part 3)

I got dressed and came out, then I saw my husband and Mark talking, then he looked at me and he smiled… He saw me this time, he saw me!...Then that thought came; “I really hope he’s having an affair”…
“Hi! Hope you slept well?” he asked.
“I did, good morning” I replied
Mark couldn’t stop staring at me, it made me uncomfortable and I told Jack to hurry up so I could go to work early. He said his goodbye to Mark, and we went on our way.
The road was very busy, many homes had not recover from the storm. While some were walking hurriedly to work, others, were honking their horns desperately as if that would hasten the traffic. I kept looking outside the window, I didn’t say anything to Jack, not like he would listen. He had that look he always have when he’s distracted. I wondered what it was that was eating him up. Every time I asked, he said nothing was wrong and that I was just being delusional.

The Vow (Part 2)

He was so close when my phone rang, I quickly jerked back. My hands trembled as I saw the name on the screen; it was my husband…
“He… hello” I stuttered.
“Where are you? Are you okay? I hope you are not in the storm” I heard the voice from the other end. I tried to talk, but I couldn’t. I don’t know why, but I felt strange, there was something in his voice, something I hadn’t heard for a long time, I couldn’t figure out what it was, but I knew it sounded like ‘care’….
“Are you there?” he asked.

The Vow (Part 1)

“I promise to love you, even when I hate you. To cherish every single moments of our lives together, to make your snoring a sweet music to my ear, and to never complain when you fart. I promise to prepare you toasted bread and tea for the rest of your life because that’s all I know how to cook. I promise to love you and only you no matter what, till I draw my last breath.
That was the vow I took on my wedding day, and it can’t stop playing in my head. God! Who forgets such a wonderful moment? I did.

We Are The Odinas (Part 6)

Chinedu
"So what do you think of the character, Medea?" Dad asked from 'his seat'. He was dressed as usual, in a dark brown flannel trouser and a checkered cotton night shirt. His glasses sat on his nose, magnifying his eyes pupils as they looked at me.
Two days ago, he had given me a book: Euripidies Medea. A classic play about Medea, a barbaric sorceress/princess who kills her two children to exert revenge on her unfaithful husband. Quite an interesting read.
"She is quite complex. A tragic hero. She is royal, a princess. Her actions in the play show that she is very expressive. She deeply loved her husband, Jason, well enough to desert her kingdom and elope with him to his home country. She gave up her royal inheritance and even killed her own brother to protect Jason and herself.

We Are The Odinas (Part 5)

Magnus
I walked into the empty staff room and let out a loud yawn. It had been a long day and I was looking forward to spending an hour alone marking scripts and preparing for tomorrow's class. There was something about the relative silence, the absence of another human being that makes me work more efficiently.
"Good afternoon, Mr. Odina." A cheery female voice said from behind me. I hoped it wasn't who I thought it was. No such luck. I turned around and gazed upon the speaker.
"Good afternoon, Miss Ogumanki." After the confrontation from the principal, I had spent the whole day worrying about Marge and I. I kept going over our conversations, trying to recall if I had ever said something that can be constructed to show an inappropriate relationship between us. So far, I have come up with nothing, but my mind keeps gnawing at me about a looming danger.

We Are The Odinas (Part 4)

Buchi
"Boys...sit down." Mom gestured to the twin sofa adjacent to her. The seat was upholstered with dark red 'akwa-oche' material that had - gone out of style before I was born and - lost its softness. Sitting in it for prolonged periods of time resulted in an uncomfortable bump on the butt cheeks, sleeping in the sofa was totally out of the question if you don't want to get a hunchback.
Chinedu flopped into the seat, a bored look on his face. I approached the seat warily as if it was a coiled serpent that would strike at any moment.