Tag: Comedy

We were in all honesty just trying to make her look better by asking her to wear something less… Oversized, rumpled and in every way looking like a sac… Of rice… Less than 20k. But, she would have nothing of the sort. It was that big, well oversized shirt that she was going to put…

One day, we, I and Debby, in the spirit of big sistership decided to give Becquerel brown powder and perfume. Why we didn’t just stick to white powder and maybe nice smelling body cream, I do not know. Her excitement was palpable. Immediately, she started applying the powder. “Sis, you don’t have to apply plenty…

13years ago, I was in JS1, the same class Becquerel is currently in. I know we were eager with school then; new environment, plenty admonitions about going into the world and the desire to make the parents happy. Becquerel’s enthusiasm beat ours hands down in those first weeks of resumption. My God! 3am, she would…

Becquerel has clothes… Many clothes. She came with clothes, she met clothes and the clothes are still coming. The blessedness of being the ‘last born’. Problem is, our detachable wardrobe was not designed to accommodate the clothes of three females. Nay. In fact, it could barely cater for two. So, Becquerel’s clothes were stuffed into…

We don’t take pictures so much as a family/household but on Sundays, when everyone is looking extra fine for the Lord, there is more hope of catching us behind cameras. The enthusiasm for pictures is majorly in the female folk of the house, no argument. But, the most enthusiastic, most gingered, most inspired of us…

On this beautiful day while we were having dinner, the family got talking about the day’s events and plans for the weekend. Daddy was meant to take the sermon on Sunday and as is usual of him, he was sharing the highlights of the sermon with his family so we could pray along. Somehow, what…

We did not quarrel. Not at all. if we did, this would probably have been better. I would know that I deserved what I got. But, we were on good terms. In fact, anybody that saw us that night would have assumed us best of friends. So why? Why did I get the silent treatment?…

No, there is just so much that any man can take. I am tired. If I have my facts right, despite the recurrent doubts by madam Becq, I am the oldest child in the house currently. This, in the name of respect and sanity should earn me a room of my own, right? But no,…

We, I and my sister, got home from Ibadan and after exchanging pleasantries, settled down to catch up with Becquerel. “How far with school? What are you people doing now? When will you go on break?” “We are starting exams on Monday.” Her shocking reply was given halfway between swallows of ‘semovita’ and okro soup.…

Before my lady resumed school again, she was ravenous in the way she read the storybooks that abound on our book shelf at home. It was unusual to find her without a book in her hand. It was really admirable. And it reflected in her vocabulary; she started using big big words for all of…