In the months before my mother died she occupied herself with the lives of her only sons. Spending what seemed like every waking moment asking questions about our relationships, would-be marriages and not-yet-born children. “Olusegun you will not be young and handsome forever.” She would bellow over the phone… [10mins]

It was the week before Christmas when he found out. He’d gone to the supermarket to buy exactly 3kg of chicken breast, a bottle of vinegar and breadcrumbs. Mueni would marinade the chicken in her secret family spice before grilling it in the oven for exactly two hours at one hundred degrees Celsius… [10mins]

My Brother, Olileanya, was born on an evening in January 1984 at Holy Mary’s Maternity in Mother’s hometown, Osumenyi where we lived. It was a Sunday afternoon, we had just finished eating rice and chicken, and Father was arguing about the new head of state General Muhammadu Buhari when Mother went into labour… [14mins]

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