Limitless

Welcome to Limitless! It’s a great pleasure to have you here. ———————————— “So, what are you now doing?” they ask. “I’m resting”, I answer. They laugh unbelievably and I ask why? I shouldn’t rest after spending 4 years in the university? Is it easy to burn midnight candles during the four years hoping, ‘when I graduate, I will rest small’, only for you to get out and people start pressuring you.  The exact day I graduated, someone already asked me, “Congratulations Rolake. So, what next?”  Ahnahnn. Shebi you will allow me to land first . Na wa o.   The funniest thing is, not everyone pressures outrightly.  For instance, not everyone will ask if you have started working. Some people pressure in a very subtle manner. E.g. ‘Oh, you’re still at home. So, what are you doing now?”. It can be very annoying, but what can man do. Some people don’t even mean any harm but because someone has asked you before and you feel rushed, that’s why it’s irritating to you.  Pressure has to do with time and

Welcome to Limitless! I feel like it’s been a decade since I talked to you. What have you been up to? Have you been well? I have been though. My birthday was last Sunday, and thanks to all you Limitless fam who wished me a happy one! I really appreciate it.   The story you are about to read is fiction. Enjoy!  ____________________ In the twinkle of an eye, he smacked me across the cheek so hard, that my head whipped to the left and the plate in my hands crashed on the floor. “Ahhhhh”, I held my cheek to reduce the burning sensation and shook my index finger gently in my now hot ear to clear the ringing sound.  “Tundeeee! You slapped me all because I asked you to help me out in the kitchen. I told you to let us get a house help to assist me, you said no. I go to work everyday like you, do you want to kill me? Am I your slave?”, I asked on the brink of tears. “Shut up! You are too lazy. A woman should be able to multitask. What’s there in plates that you cannot wash, or food that you can

Welcome to Limitless!  —————————— I tried suppressing my smile but I ended up bursting into laughter too. This is one of the things I hate to admit that I miss. His contagious laughter. With pursed lips, I gave him a pointed look, before I got too carried away with his spell.    “Wale! What’s funny. Did I see wrong?” I asked. I watched as he dusted an imaginary speck from his trousers and looked at me with a smile. “Maybe you did. Do you remember Shally? Shalewa Johnson, my closest cousin that I used to talk about? Yes, exactly. That was her. She’s married now, and her daughter is the sweetest little creature I’ve ever met.” His eyes crinkled with a smile. “She wanted her favorite uncle to get her ice-cream but, her mum wanted to get something in town too. So, she tagged along.” “Ohhh” Realization dawned on me that I was in no place to ask him such a question. What if he was married for real? Well, he asked me out anyway. “I thought she was your baby mama or something”  “I knew it” He