What was it she was supposed to do again? Breathe. Count. Crouch down, head between knees. She could hear Dr. V’s voice, but it wasn’t registering. Her head was spinning, and she was breathing way faster than she knew she should. She just wanted to get home
“… I wanted a good life for myself and this baby. And now I’m going to die.”
“And I know you must think I’m stupid, or that I’m a homewrecker. I have tried to put him out of my mind. I have tried to forget him. I have even tried to hate him so that maybe it’ll all just go away. I can’t.”
That evening, I saw his red-hot anger, and for some reason, that pacified me and made the whole experience worth it.
Kwesi was a beautiful black baby right on that first day. He was also a happy baby.
In my small mind, Nana was the only one who loved me. Oh, how she loved me!
Some people are generally put together, no matter what. The kind that can sit in a storm, as though they were having a tea party. Sayo was one of those…
…you have to make peace with the fact that you are the villain in someone else’s story even if you thought you were doing the right thing. You don’t get to tell them how to narrate their experience..
Even when she’d just woken up, even when she’d been working out. Sayo always smelt like cinnamon.
Get it together Akaa! You have never been sloppy, and a prostitute is not the reason why you will become careless.
