I have the words playing around in my head but the fingers are reluctant to type them. I have left this Series cooling off for a long time and I am reblogging it to reawaken your interest in the story. I have started writing again and it is refreshing. I will leave you with the first story in The Diary Of a Nigerian Single Mother. I hope you enjoy it as much as I did writing it..
Grandma B suggested we stay in the flat next to hers. Her
tenant packed to his house recently. She said it would save me some money and she will be able to look after the kids after school. It was a tempting offer. It would also give me the opportunity to scout around for a new job. So, I told her I will think about it and I did. With my mother of course.
“Hmm, are you not planning to remarry Nne?’, my mom asked in her ‘I know better than you’ voice.
“I don’t know about that yet. I have to think of the kids, my work and..”
“You have to think of yourself too”. If you had thought of yourself as I told you, you wouldn’t have gotten yourself in this mess”
“Mom, let’s not go there now”. I will think of it. I have not…
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