MAGICAL MONDAYS WITH KREATE
‘I was home, only some months ago!’ ‘That was a long time to be away from your aged mother. A long time for any young woman to be away from her mother,’ she hissed. I knew my mother all too well and allowing her to guilt me into action wasn’t an option. I decided to employ some tact. ‘Mama, you know I cannot just up and leave my workplace whenever I want to.’
That is my traditional language Yoruba meant I know. She resigned and relaxed into her blue sofa, ‘but you should pay me a visit as soon as you can. It gets lonely here.’ I had two siblings and they lived with her, but there was no need pointing that out. ‘I’ll see what I can do,’ I replied noncommittally.
I pushed the thought from my mind, scrambled got off the bed, and pulled open my wardrobe to select a dress for the nightclub. Akin and Beatrice would be picking me up in another thirty minutes. During the picnic we had some hours ago, Beatrice had insisted that I came along, completely ignoring my polite excuses. I decided on the only purple dress in the closet. As I stepped into it, my eyes caught sight of the ring on my finger. I barely noticed it these days. Perhaps it is because it’s been ages ago since I had had the dream.
Kreate is a budding Nigerian writer with a flair for fiction. Writing for him began sometime in secondary school where he dabbled in poetry and plays. He has authored two self-published short novels.
He is a banker and lives in Surulere. Read more interesting pieces at KREATEATALE