The therapist sat right across the room, studying Sade closely. “So, you seem to be doing well Sade” Sade nodded in response. “I learnt you recovered some of your memory back. That is great news!” The therapist exclaimed, but Sade did not seem the least excited about it. She nodded again. “How does that make you feel?” She asked the typical question every therapist never got tired of asking. One feeling was pretty obvious, Sade desperately wanted to be anywhere but at that therapy session. It’s been three days since the doctor confirmed she had recovered though not fully. Sade had mostly kept to herself – she locked herself up in the room all the time, and said not as much as five sentences to anybody in a day. “There might be certain bits of information she may find hard to recall during her post-amnesia phase but for now, she is doing pretty good.” One of the doctors had said.

“Give her time, there is a lot of information for her to process at the moment.” The therapist told Túnmi before she finally left the house. On cue, Sade stood up and headed back into her room. “Sade.” Túnmikẹ called. Sade paused and turned around “Please talk to me, I can’t take all of this anymore.” She begged. “Please…” But Sade just stood there in silence. She wasn’t ready to talk to anyone. Not now, not ever. She just needed space from everyone treating her like a lost cause, and everything reminding her of the things she now wished were still forgotten. “Tell me…” Túnmikẹ approached Sade, placing a hand on her shoulder “…what do you remember?” Sade glared at her sister “Everything.” She replied. Túnmikẹ swallowed the lump that had formed in her throat.

“Do you want me to continue?” Sade asked. Túnmikẹ felt like she was finally ready to come to terms with everything once and for all, so she nodded yes. “Fine then” Sade sat on the arm chair crossing her legs, Túnmikẹ followed suit. She started with telling Túnmikẹ about her suspicion after Dúrójaiye had hit him at the hospital “I went to see the doctor in his office after, and he knew things about mom that he ordinarily shouldn’t.” Túnmikẹ raised an eyebrow as Sade continued. “I knew I had to see dad since the doctor didn’t seem like he was ready to say anything. I also gave him the benefit of doubt that there could be a chance he knew nothing at all.” She told Túnmikẹ about how she had accessed her phone behind her back to check for Dúrójaiye’s address because she didn’t want to worry her amidst all the health issues that was going on. “You lied to me.” Sade looked at Túnmikẹ in the eye, but Tunmike failed to hold her sister’s gaze. “I can explain…” Túnmikẹ started to say before Sade cut her short. “I think we have passed the point of any explanation, Túnmi. You lied to me without even flinching when you told me that day was the first time you went to see him.”


“No! Why would you even do that?” She shrieked. “All those years we thought we were all we had, and you were busy loving up with daddy dearest?” Túnmikẹ said nothing.

“I also remember…” Sade continued “…the other night – you and Collins.” Túnmikẹ gazed at Sade, wide eyed. “You  know, I was glad you stood up for me that night, proud actually. I even forgave Collins for coming at you like that. That was why I kept quiet acting all oblivious.” She said. “Plus, I was kind of waiting for my sister, who I trusted so much, to tell me the things my boyfriend had done and said to her behind my back – That bastard.” She continued “What was I even thinking?” Túnmikẹ was getting bothered, she had never heard Sade sound or look like how she was looking right now. “Oh, I remember” She said scornfully. “I thought that since mom was able to endure her marriage to a man like our father, who was I not to over look what Collins had done.” She was staring into thin air. “Stupid, right?” She gazed at Túnmikẹ who just sat there crying. “Want to know something even more interesting?” She leaned forward asking Túnmikẹ who didn’t know what to say or expect this time. “It just turns out that our mother wasn’t as exemplary as we always thought.”

“What are you talking about?” Túnmi asked. 

“I am sure daddy dearest would be kind enough to explain to you.” Sade smirked.


“I need some space, Túnmikẹ. I need time to think, to reflect…You heard the therapist, there is a lot of information I still have to process.”


“But nothing, Túnmi. Time after time, I have longed for true happiness for myself, and my family. I have made lots of sacrifices for the people I loved to my own detriment. I took up that job, I got us this house, I was hell bent on making sure mom was okay, that you were okay. Yet the same people I cared so hard for were busy indulging themselves. Don’t I deserve to be happy too?”

“Sade you do, but let me…”

“Just go. Run on to daddy dearest like you’ve always done.” She got up and strode to her room, slamming the door behind her. Few minutes later, there was a knock on the door. She didn’t answer but Túnmikẹ opened it nonetheless. “I know this would probably make you hate me more right now, but I figured since we are letting the cats out of the bag…” She took a deep breath “…I was with dad the day mom died. He needed me for an errand, and…”

“And?…your mom didn’t need you? I see…” Sade interrupted.

“No, that’s not what I meant.”

“I can’t believe this. Just get out!” Túnmikẹ shivered “Sade…”


“Okay….” She turned around to leave but paused for a minute to tell her about the surgery. Then she figured there was no use at this juncture anymore. She closed the door gently, picked up her suitcase and left the apartment in tears.

<to be continued

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  1. Aww. This story keep getting better and better. It’s just like an French wine that gets better with age. Damn. I feel the melancholy.

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