I knew right from the day I decided to stay with Sister
Lucky that there was no turning back. For years, everyone knew me as the
trouble maker, the unserious young woman and the spoilt brat and if I had
wanted to leave Sister Lucky’s place the day I arrived, I would have done it
without a second thought and no one would have been able to stop me. I guess I
wanted to give myself a chance to prove that I could be someone better and that
for once in my life, I could be proud of myself.

As soon as my father shut the door, I looked up at Sister
Lucky and she was smiling at me. I had won her affection- something I’d craved
for from the first day I’d stepped my feet into her home. I wanted her to smile
at me the way she smiled at the teens and I also wanted to be respected by them
for a change.

“Abosede, I have finished pounding the yam…you can put it
in the cooler now.” One of the teens said to me.
I nodded in response but Sister Lucky quickly said.
“From now on, she is auntie Abosede.”
I was stunned, no one had ever called me auntie before, not
even my little nephews and nieces. They all called me Bose as well as the young
kids that played on our streets. I was overjoyed by the news.
“Thank you ma…” I said, curtsying.
“You deserve it Abosede, you have shown me that you want to
be better and together, we will make it work.”
Tears filled my eyes, it wasn’t tears of sorrow but tears of
joy,for the first time in my life, I had accomplished something and it meant a lot to me.

I had spent one month at Sister Lucky’s place and I was
reading intensively for the internship test that I was to take. I found it very
hard, assimilating and remembering all that I’d read so far but with the help
of the teens and Sister Lucky, I was progressing.

One sunny afternoon, I ventured out of the house to get
myself a bottle of soft drink as the heat in the house was too much and I had
been reading for hours. The mallam beside our house had no cold drinks so I had
to go quite far to a supermarket down the road to get drinks. I had just entered
the supermarket when I heard my name.
“Abosede!” A male voice called out.
I turned to regard the person who’d called me.
“I can’t believe this! Abosede!” He called out again.
“Gabriel…good afternoon.” I greeted, stunned to see him there.
“Am I dreaming? Is this a joke?” He asked with a smile. “You’ve
changed, it’s like you’ve transformed.”
“What are you doing here? Do you work around here?” I asked
slowly as I tried to piece the words together in order to make a correct tense.
Gabriel’s mouth opened as he stared at me.
“I can’t believe it!”
“I came to buy a bottle of soft drink…I will have to go
back soon because I have my books to read.” I said.
He walked up to me and looked at me.
“Are you sure you’re not just a carbon copy of the woman I
used to know? The Abosede I knew was …so…different…she was so uncouth
I smiled at him.
“We will talk when we see next time, I have to go.” I said
bringing out money from my wallet and handing it over to the salesgirl at the
“No…I’ll pay for the drink. Is that all you’ll have?” He
“Yes, thank you.” I said.
“I live not too far from here and I just started working for
a new company which is not too far from here too. I’ll keep in touch.” He said
to me.
I felt uncomfortable, I knew I had to leave and quickly too
because all I had memorised from my long hours of reading was slowly seeping out of my brain.
“I am reading and I don’t want to talk too much because
everything I have read will….leave my head. Good bye for now.” I said as I
took the cold bottle of drink and dashed out of the store.
Once I got outside the supermarket, I quickened my steps
till I got home.
To be continued next week….




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