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We only die once<br />
Jumoke Omisore<br />
I put the towel back in the bucket and wrap myself with the duvet once more, because a<br />
chill grips me from the inside that spreads to my limbs. Although Alaba says it is unwise to<br />
trust any man, I know AJ’s wife, Aunty Labake, very well. Although she’s presently away at<br />
her mother’s house in Ikorodu, I still stay. It is a risk, but Dede the street hawker once said<br />
people only die once. Whatever happens, I can only die once.<br />
AJ comes in with a tray. On the tray sits a steaming cup <strong>of</strong> Bournvita, a slice <strong>of</strong> buttered<br />
bread and a sachet <strong>of</strong> pure water. I want to sleep, but AJ persuades me to eat a little. He<br />
pulls out a white envelope from the left pocket <strong>of</strong> his jeans and takes out two white tablets.<br />
“Here, take this. It is Panadol Extra.” He takes away the bucket.<br />
I lie down afterwards, praying the painkillers soothe my aches and alleviate the pain in my<br />
mind and limbs..<br />
“Apeke, don’t you have anyone else that can take you in?” AJ asks as he sits on the<br />
armchair, stretching out his long, lean legs. I tell him my mother gave my grandmother sole<br />
custody <strong>of</strong> me when I was two. She expressed her wish to remarry. Taking a child with her<br />
to Ibadan where she worked as a a tailor’s apprentice would have deterred potential suitors<br />
.<br />
“I went to her house last Christmas. She won’t let me move in because her husband does<br />
not want me to live with them.”<br />
“Why can’t your father talk to his wife? It is his house!” AJ’s voice rises.<br />
“I don’t blame Father. He lets me live in his house. Alaba says I am lucky. Her father sold<br />
her to Mrs Coker for two thousand naira a month. The money pays for her brother’s school<br />
fees.”<br />
108<br />
Tales from the Other Side