Aderonke Adeyeye's Blog

DREADED LOCKS Cheryl stepped on the gas and whisked us off Calorian Avenue in a flash, before we got caught up with the traffic that was building  right on Elgin Street. One minute less, and we would be neck deep in a traffic jam that could go on for hours. Trombone watched her closely as she breathed hard and fast, her nose flaring furiously and jaws clenched tightly. Her fingers turning white as she gripped the steering firmly. Trombone knew that look. It was one she or anyone who knew Cheryl well, would not wanna mess with. With this mood, Cheryl was a beast. This is not your comic book beast, but a real life beast who can destroy anything in her path in the twinkle of an eye. Imagine a quiet chocolate skinned nerd with dreadlocks, who works on her computer all day, drinking only black coffee;  who stays up all night watching The Walking Dead and How To Get Away With Murder... There you have it, that's who Cheryl is. "Why did you do it?" Trombone asked.

The Road To Umokoro: A Tale Of Damian And Ngozi. "Aunty, please move your bag now. I have been complaining about it since we boarded this bus. You know this space is tight as it is, yet you are now making things worse by stuffing all your things here. What happened to the boot for God's sakes? Some humans sha"  Damian swore in anger as he tried to adjust his left leg against the mountain of baggage that this troublesome woman had stored against his leg. If the reason he was traveling home wasn't annoying enough, the fact that he had foolishly decided against driving his car home was another reason his blood was boiling. If only he had driven his car, he won't have to be stuck in an uncomfortable sitting position with this demon of a woman who is doing everything possible to frustrate his trip. If the devil was human, he'd surely be in this woman's form. "For a man, you're just too troublesome and annoying. For God's sakes, how