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Nonso decided to take an early morning walk round the block. He pleaded with Ronke to accompany him, but she wouldn’t. His wife, Ronke, was extra cautious about everything. She wasn’t just the wife and mother in the house; she was also the vigilante and doctor.

When the Lagos government announced the lockdown, she had called her parents and some relatives emphasising the lethality of the virus. She is the type of wife that is usually insecure, and the mother that is always overprotective — a typical Yoruba woman. As Nonso left the apartment, she made available a sanitiser at the threshold for when he returns.

“I’m coming,” said Nonso as he left the apartment. He strolled through the hallway, down to the reception, and to the open space in front of the block. Looking at the ornamental plants in the open place, he was astonished. He had not been to this side of the block for a very long time. The flowers were in their spring, and the morning dew made them beam in an unnatural colourful blend.

Nonso moved closer. He began to plug petals of different flowers to inhale their fragrance. With each inhale he wailed, “Ọ dịkwa egwu!” Ten minutes passed and still he wasn’t done with plugging, inhaling, and sniffing. He contemplated squeezing the petals of different flowers to see what fragrance that would emanate. He was startled at the manifesting result. Then, he decided to gather a bouquet as a show of romantic gesture to Ronke. “Ronke would love this,” he soliloquised.

As Nonso moved with a bunch of flowers down the hallway, no one bothered to ask questions. Neighbours already knew him to be dramatic — the lockdown may have spiked the theatrics though.

On March 26, Nonso was going to be the husband of the year. First, he must rinse his hands with the sanitiser Ronke has provided earlier — this isn’t the day to provoke her. There was an eerie smile on his face as he approached the bedroom. Ronke noticed and asked what the excitement was all about. Nonso slowly revealed the bouquet and offered it to Ronke. “Obi m na ịhụnanya m,” he whispered.

Ronke laughed uncontrollably and said, “Airi nkan ṣe lọ ń ṣe ẹ.”

©Jonathan Ukor 2020


  1. “Ọ dịkwa egwu!” (An euphoric exclamation)
  2. “Obi m na ịhụnanya m,” (My heart and my love)
  3. “Airi nkan ṣe lọ ń ṣe ẹ.” (Your problem is boredom)

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