I want to think that it was/is same for fathers around Nigeria, if not, e don bad oo.
Once upon a time I was heading out to study for my final university exams with friends when my father called me back.
“Nwunye,” he shouted after going through the names of the other twelve of my siblings.
“Sah?” I answered, because I am a good child.
“Where do you think you are going at this time of night?”
“I am going to Ogo’s house, sah.” I looked at my watch. It was 5 pm.
“Ogo my friend, sah. You have met her sah.”
“Yes sah. She has big…brains sah.”
“Ah, the big-brained Ogo. So what are you doing in her house at this time of the night eh?”
“We are studying sah. Me and Ogo and Chiamaka and Ifeoma.”
My father grunted, picking vegetables from his teeth with a toothpick. When he finished, he popped the teeth back into his mouth. “Okay. But this one…
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