Zainab, My Love (9)

While I sat with her, I could read properly now and while she ate, she whispered a tune to herself. Occasionally, she would interrupt me by exclaiming, “See that fine bird! See that bicycle! One day, Chike, when I have plenty money, I’ll buy you big bicycle.” And I’ll simply smile and return to reading. […]

Zainab, My Love (8)

My father gave me a pensive stare and Zainab who felt so ashamed, quietly walked out of the house after rubbing my shoulder in a bye-bye gesture. “How do we know that he’s not even sleeping with her? Despite her dirtiness, this stupid boy still slept next to her, holding her like a pillow!” “Chike.” […]