I opened my mouth but said nothing. I was teary once again and couldn’t control the flow. I am aware of my cry baby status, so nobody should dare guilt trip me of always raining tears on the corridor of my cheeks.

“What is it with the tears?”

“Nothing ma!”

“So, why are you crying?”

“I have headache, ma.”

“Are you sure? You suddenly developed headache when you know you have erred ehn?”

“I’m sorry ma”



“I called you as my little sister and told you the rules governing your stay in this house…”

“You did ma”

“But you will rather break them… always!”

“Break what exactly?”

“Madam! there are no laws anywhere and if anyone broke something, it would be your husband. Not me. He is fond of touching me carelessly or do you know about it? Is this some conspiracy?”


Well, I played that in my head for a while and couldn’t bring myself to saying anything at all.

“What have I done ma?” I finally uttered.

“Did we not agree that you will respect my husband enough to not share same physical space?”


“But what? Were you not in that room with him? Ehn?

“I was…”

“Are you going to deny it?….huh?

These discussions give me headache and my aunt can be extra!


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Rebecca Maulome Padonu is an enthusiastic writer with a soft spot for factions. A RubyWrites 2016 finalist. She has completed several freelance writing projects, including BBC Media Action’s Drama series, Story Story (series 32 & 33).

1 Comment

  1. The subtle details are captivating, only a wordsmith could tell it best at all time. I’ve missed reading your pieces, I guess 2021 is off to a great start. Keep writing, your imagination works magic to words. Thumbs up Becca.

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