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“Mum, do we have to watch the Passion of Christ again?” 12-year-old Rebecca asked with a frown. She was sitting on the couch, legs crossed, arms folded in protest.

Jola untied her apron and sat beside her daughter, holding her. She had been on her feet all day, trying to get dinner ready just in time for their annual easter family hangout. Her parents did it while she was growing up, so when she married Jimi, they adopted the tradition. Jimi was out of town for the holidays- something that was becoming too often these days.

Present Day

Tinuke and her siblings bade Bimpe goodbye. It was 11 pm. Bimpe escorted them downstairs. They were true friends. The light at the hospital had gone off, so she turned on the light on her phone as she led them to the car park.

‘Is Bola going to sleep over? I overheard her discussing with her mum.’ Temi, Tinuke’s sister, asked.

‘I think she will. She doesn’t seem willing to leave Titi.’ Bimpe replied with a smile. ‘The entire experience left her quite shocked.’

‘I didn’t say she wants to date; I just meant, in case she decided to, I don’t want to be in her way. Tee, I am so sorry.’

‘I am tired of everyone apologising to me! I don’t need an apology. I need you guys to fix this!’

Titi stormed off to the bathroom. ‘I need to get ready for the party. That’s probably the only good thing in my life right now.’

‘Yes, I am’, Titi said weakly. ‘Look, Bola, I can’t talk to you right now. Please, I will call you back later. Thank you for understanding.’

‘You said you would come over this evening; we still have some things to sort out. Anyway, I don’t even have time for this mood swing. I need you to send a picture of the cake design so I can get the exact colour combination for the game cards.’

‘Okay, I will send it. Thank you. Bola’ Titi ended the call.

‘Titi.’ Her mum held her gently, but Titi flung her hand away. Her daughter was furious, as she could tell. But what does a 20-year-old lady know about marriage and commitment? ‘Listen, it is not as simple as you think. We have tried to make it work. You know we have. Sometimes, some things are just beyond your control.’

‘Mummy, you and Dad getting a divorce is not beyond your control. It’s because you have given up on each other, which is unfair. Please… I can’t deal with shared parenting, another man, or another woman in dad’s life. I can’t…oh my God, are you going to get pregnant for another man? Am I going to have stepsiblings? Oh my God, I can’t do this mummy. Please!’ Titi fell to the floor and wept unconsolably.

72 HOURS EARLIER

Convocation was fast approaching; hence, Mayfield University was quite bubbly this morning. Lecturers strolled in and out of the conference room, some final-year students checking the notice boards for information about the ceremony, while others clustered around, making small talk- mainly about the after-graduation party.

Titi walked past the lecture theatre and heaved a sigh of relief. She and her friends had successfully scaled through and finished with excellent grades.

Bola knew her mum had a point but wasn’t ready to consider it. She stood up. ‘Mummy, I don’t want to talk about it again. I am not going; she doesn’t need me. You won’t believe that she is talking to other people but giving me the silent treatment and that’s just wrong. She needs to grow up. She was awful when we last spoke, and I also changed it for her.’ She walked towards her room.

Her mum followed. ‘Nawa! I am not trying to upset you more than you already are.’ she chuckled. ‘I just want you to consider it from another perspective. Sometimes, people project their deepest, truest emotions on their loved ones, and it’s not fair; it is wrong, and I agree with you, but this is where understanding comes into play. Now is not the time to lash out or punish her. Her silent treatment may be a cry for help, and you do not want to miss her party just because your ego is bruised.’

Episode 1

‘Bola, aren’t you attending Titi’s birthday party again?’ Her mother asked. Mrs. George had an early work meeting and was amazed to see her 20-year-old daughter dressed in her regular green top and white jacket, watching TV. If there was anything Bola enjoyed, it was dressing up and spending time with her friends. Mrs George was sure her daughter did not inherit that from her.

‘I am not sure. She hasn’t been speaking to me, so I am unsure she wants me there.’  Bola said with a frown.

“How many times am I going to tell you, Eniola? I am not going with you to the youth camp. It is not my kind of scene.” Jade dismissed her friend with a wave of her hand and looked away. Her friend had been pestering her about going to the camp, and she was more interested in the arcade program organized by some of her friends from college.