TALES BY ADENIKE

Vivian kept a pleasant look on her face as several people came to greet her. It wasn't unusual for this to happen, after all she was Pastor Al's wife. She let out a breath. The Pastor Al who seemed to have no weakness; the Pastor Al who always knew the right thing to say; the Pastor Al who had a loyal group of followers—or so it seemed until Chike tried to divide the church; the Pastor Al whose smile could light up a room. She crossed her legs. Unfortunately, he was the same Pastor Al who didn't realize when his wife almost lost their baby. He was the Pastor Al who… "Excuse me, ma." She looked up. "Pastor has more people waiting to see him today. He might not be done until late in the evening." She managed a smile. That was the same thing Gbenga had said last week and the week before that and the week … before … that. Late in the evening never failed to turn to late in the night. And it would have been bearable if it didn't happen every single day. &

~Inspired by real experiences My body temperature increased with every passing minute. The turmoil in my belly found its way to my head as the time inched closer to 11.00 am. I gently massaged the crease of my forehead while muttering under my breath. I had five minutes left and I needed a miracle. My phone rang and I ran to it. I hissed. It was a call from my network provider.  Another glance at the clock made me hold my breath. I had only a minute left. I groaned and a tear rolled down my cheeks. "You're fast when you should be slow. And when I need you to be slow, you're not. Super annoying thing." "Is she back?" Mum called from the stairs. Heat rose up my throat and I fought the urge to scream. I closed my eyes and tried imagining telling my sister how she had made me miss an online meeting with the director of the company I was supposed to process waste for. I opened my eyes, it wasn't working. The only things I was seeing were different ways of...