I KNOW some of you out there must be disappointed that I couldn’t forgive and forget on the spot, my cousin Kate’s treachery many years ago when she attempted to snatch Seb when he and I were dating. You would say, after all, God didn’t allow her demonic plan to succeed, so, I should be thankful, erase the news from my mind and get on with life. I’m sorry, but it isn’t that easy. Oh, I hid my feelings well (I hope), and really went all out to see that the five days she spent at my place were happy ones and fun-filled. But while outwardly playing the perfect hostess, I was inwardly seething with anger that a first cousin of mine, with whom I shared the same maternal grand parents could do such a thing.

HOW would you feel if you suddenly discover that a very close relation of yours had made a pass at your love-interest behind your back? It has to do with my maternal first cousin, Kate. Long-time regular readers of this column would remember Kate and her only sibling, Sally, who are the only children of my mum’s late younger sister who married an Onitsha man. The couple died in their forties/fifties respectively, when their daughters were still quite young.

I was a bit uneasy having Edmund around me,even though he was sharing a room in the back quarters with his daughter’s fiance. The morning after his first night, I asked him if the room was comfortable and if he had been able to sleep well.

I had settled for nanny and I repeating how we celebrated Christmas, on New Year’s day, when three days before, things took a totally different turn.

I’m sorry you’re reading this a bit late for what transpired at Christmas, but Vanguard wasn’t able to publish it on the due date because they needed the page for an advert. Other happenings have been pushed forward too. Bear with them. This doesn’t reduce the worth of these events, though.

Hi Readers! On leaving Becky’s place in Festac, I was reluctant to go back home, so, I began to cruise around in the axis bridge area, enjoying the recently rehabilitated cobbled road and the business ventures which are springing up on both sides of the road. I kept turning over in my mind what Becky had just told me.

THE long wait for my flight at the Accra airport was very boring and the flight was uninteresting. I didn’t know a soul, so, it was like travelling with aliens from outer space. I felt a little irritated when it took quite some time before my luggage surfaced on the carrousel, and by the time I emerged from the building I was in a foul mood.

Hi Readers! Having dad back home, well and strong was just great! Praise God! Soon we began to disperse. Funke, my brother Benny’s wife and Ify, Joe’s , were the first to leave. They had to go see to the children and their businesses. Chuma, Dicta’s husband, who at last has been able to get into politics, howbeit in a very small way in his home state in Enugu, had to leave to go attend urgent meetings there.

Hi Readers! I know this may sound a bit silly, but the hospital is a pretty dreary place to spend the night in. All I’ve done so far in my life with regards to the hospital, is go pay a patient a visit. I breeze in with chocolates, fruits, magazine/newspapers, provision, etc., flash dazzling smiles which hopefully are expected to liven up the atmosphere and make the patient feel a lot better, sit around a bit, bid him/her ‘goodbye’ and then leg it back home; satisfied that I had accomplished my mission of doing a good deed.

Hi Readers! Strangely I was able to sleep soundly that first night in Accra, in spite of my anxiety over my dad’s health. It must have been exhaustion. I’m sure I would have continued sleeping till evening, if Dicta, who was sharing a room with me hadn’t woken me up at eight to tell me that breakfast was almost ready.

Hi Readers! Strangely I was able to sleep soundly that first night in Accra, in spite of my anxiety over my dad’s health. It must have been exhaustion. I’m sure I would have continued sleeping till evening, if Dicta, who was sharing a room with me hadn’t woken me up at eight to tell me that breakfast was almost ready…

HI Readers! It was when I asked of my mum and was told that she was in hospital alongside my dad that the gravity of the situation hit me. I must have fainted because when I came to, I was soaked in iced water and Tayo was sitting on the same couch with me, fanning me, even though the air-conditioner was on…

Hi Readers! I must confess that as I stood looking at Tayo’s two cute grandsons at her daughter, Dupe’s place in London, I felt inadequate. Was I jealous? No. Envious? Just a tiny bit. Tayo is my closest friend on earth, and we’ve both come a long way, but if you start out in life with someone, it’s impossible never to compare what you are/what you have with hers at some point.

Hi Readers! As we sat waiting for the others to join us in the restaurant, I brought up again the issue of entering through the kitchen and what other diners might have been thinking as they saw us access the dining area from there. I told Tayo that ladies of class like us shouldn’t have done such a thing.