THE GOOD OL’ DAYS

THE GOOD OL' DAYS

It is funny how news travel around fast for a family that literally hasn’t had any bond or close ties for a number of years, Tunmi thought as she ended the one hour phone call with Aunt Rose.  She had just gotten the news about her expulsion from the apartment, and even Tunmike was surprised at how much she had to say and pray about. “We would be going there first thing tomorrow morning.” Aunt Rose had said insistently, amidst all of Tunmike’s protest. Quite frankly, Tunmike could say she understood where Sade was coming from, and she didn’t think storming to the house the following morning was necessary much less going to solve anything. She couldn’t even begin to imagine what it felt to be in Sade’s shoes right now. Nevertheless, Tunmike didn’t think it justified Sade’s decision to kick her out of the apartment. 

“When is the surgery due again?” She asked Durojaiye. “Am I supposed to be the one keeping updates about your own appointment?” He asked. “What sort of unseriousness is that.” He adjusted his glasses. “I can even see why Sade threw you out of the house.” He said as he continued to focus on the documents spread out before him. Tunmike could understand his frustration. His one time lovely wedded wife had now become a painful thorn he couldn’t wait to get rid of. She was determined to divorce him and take a huge chunk of his money with her. Tunmike studied the deep wrinkles that had formed on Durojaiye’s forehead, and the corners of his mouth. All she saw was a vulnerable old man who was now being served his own dose of medicine he somehow never failed to give out on a daily basis. Her curiosity ached to jump out and question the man about what Sade had said earlier that day, but it was her empathy that made her walk into the kitchen, to prepare dinner after serving him cold pineapple juice.

While she prepared dinner, she let her mind wander back to the past, to relive some of her favourite memories. It wasn’t like her to be fixated on past events, but the thought of something going wrong during or after the surgery made her want to remember some of her best memories while she still could. She laughed as she remembered the silly fights she had with Sade while growing up. As much as they both knew they had absolutely nothing in common, they have always been each others companion, best of friends even and they knew that by heart. Not a lot of siblings today are actually able to boast of such deep connectedness in friendship with one another. It was usually the blood ties that compulsorily brought them together. That was never the case with her sister. She remembered the time they had made a pact with each other that nothing would ever come in the way of their friendship. This happened right after one of her closest friends at the young age of eleven, had stopped talking to her because of a boy. She chuckled at the memory. She was amazed at how a majority of her best memories were somehow centered around Sade. A lot of things had changed indeed. Life had its way of creeping in to make you focus too much on things that would probably not matter in the next few years, months, weeks or even days. It happened in such a way that time would pass you by, and you wouldn’t even know it.

While Tunmike and Durojaiye sat down to eat dinner that night, he insisted that she gist him about all of her wild escapades in school. “I am sure you are a troublemaker like I was back in the day” He said. Tunmike was reluctant at first, but when she caught a whiff of what the old man was trying to do, she figured why not. Soon after, father and daughter were laughing their hearts away as they reminisced on good times. That was when Tunmike realized that it wasn’t life that crept in to steal away your time or your happiness, it was the individual that opened the doors for that to happen. Perhaps that was also what Sade also needed to hear. Back in the apartment, Sade rubbed her aching head in frustration. She had been thinking too much about little things even she knew were very uneccessary, but she couldn’t help it. “I just want it to all end already!.” She screamed out in agony before she took a deep breath, and drank the coloured mixture in her cup.  

<to be continued.

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  1. I agree that many families have their blood as the only tie that is holding them or bringing them together. I want to also say there are families, especially with Ibos, that have business as another family tie. But not to deviate from the beautiful episode, I love how Tunmike bonded with Durojaiye and the lesson there for me is the power in communication. Like, where was this kind of communication before now? Many parents should know that their children will talk to them and bond well with them if all they did was communicate with them. The definition of this communication is not like “African parents” have made it. It is rather a two-way kinda discussion and it should mostly be the parent starting off and coming low to the point they are also vulnerable, accept that mistakes happen and give room for their kids to empathize with them. Imagine your dad confiding with you on how a business went bad and how that has affected his plan to buy something for your mum or the house. Imagine the empathy you’d have for him and then he asks for you to either share feedback or help with a part of his business so he can reach teh goal.

    Just saying.

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