A writer's haven

Pelumi was reminiscing about Ivan's visit to Aunt Kema's place the previous day. Chief Edewor had engaged him in discussion on various topics, from Sports to Politics, to Business and Education. She'd admired the way that Ivan answered the questions intelligently. At the end of the day, Chief concluded that Ivan was a respectful, well cultured and intelligent young chap. As for Aunt Kema, she just fawned over Ivan and told him memorable stories about when she and his mother had been in secondary school. She had sat, watching as Aunt Kema and Ivan went on like people who had known each other since forever. Naetochukwu on the other hand, had networked his way into a new job since he was in Nigeria to stay for real this time. Having lived abroad for many years, he was now ready for nation-building. Those had been his words.   "Pelumi oooooo! Pels!"   "Pels, I heard something!" A voice interrupted her train of thoughts. It was Zaina...

The week passed by in a blur. When Tare woke up on that bright Saturday morning, she decided that she needed to speak with her mother. Ineye had suggested that she let her family know about the rape incident from years ago. She mulled over it for days, before finally deciding that she would start by telling her mum. Their daddy had gone through tough times with his health lately and she didn't know how he would process the information. Still, in her silk pyjamas, she wore her flip flops and headed over to her parents' room. While their mum had her own bedroom, she used it basically as a closet. She kept the bulk of her clothes, shoes and everything else one could think of there. She, however, spent the majority of the day in her husband's room and always slept in her husband's bed at night. She knocked gently on the door and hoped and prayed that her mother would be awake. "Come in." She heard her mother's voice say. "Good m...