Author: euniceoladeji

So, Becquerel has great dreams and aspirations. Oh, she said she wants to read medicine. I’m like, “Okay, do your thing.” Her other aspiration is the basis for today’s narration. I was in the room that day when Becquerel came in, wet. Note, only her head and face were wet. I thought to myself, “maybe…

Becquerel can eat the food meant for the whole house and still Oliver Twist it. That’s about five to six people’s food or more on the days concerned friends and family come visiting. She never stops at just first round and it does not matter what the food is, how it tastes or even if…

Becquerel is smart and quite knowledgeable. In fact, there was a day she told me to stop speaking to her in Yoruba while I switch to english with other people. Well, she had a point even if a bit flawed. But, that’s not talk for today. Becquerel knew about almost everything… Much to our surprise.…

Becquerel fans! Good morning and a happy Sunday to you from us all. Becquerel sends her greetings. As the normal family arrangement for us, I get to sit with Becquerel in church. Yes, it is a privilege… A great privilege. I don’t know how more sarcastic I can be but, you get the point. Maybe…

COMUI, you have given Becquerel enough ammunition to throw doubt on my age, my qualification and my reason for being at home. This day, we got talking about a family who Becquerel had stayed with before coming to stay with us. They have a son and two daughters and true to God, I am older…

(Trust me, this part wasn’t intended in the original post. But, I woke up early today and looked over at Becquerel, happily sleeping and probably engaging with her orchestra team. Wasn’t she going to school? Does she have a holiday? Well, when she finally woke up, she looked at me and said, “Aunty, sebi today…

Did I mention that I was to share the same room with Becquerel with no option of bail and no early release, at least not till I secured housejob? Well, now you know. My first night was … hm. We were three in the room. My wonderful sister had not returned to school yet. When…

First day back at home in Osogbo, I noticed a young, fair skinned girl on low cut working on something in the compound. I faintly remembered mum’s reference to an adopted girl who was now living with us. Her name; Becquerel. I congratulated myself on being able to recall her name and proceeded to be…