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‘One, two, Buckle my shoe; Three, four, Open the door; Five, six, Pick up sticks; Seven, eight, Lay them straight: Nine, ten, A big, fat hen;’ Olamide recited the poem happily as Martha prepared him for school. He took to her and practically forgot about his mum. Yeside felt a little pang of jealousy. How could her son quickly take to a stranger like that? ‘Martha, I’ve dropped the list of chores I need you to complete today. You did well yesterday, well done. Please ensure that Olamide gets to school in time, okay?’ ‘Okay ma. Have a nice day’ Yeside popped into the room and said goodbye to Wole. He quickly said goodbye to the person he was talking with on the phone. The way he ended the call was a little suspicious but Yeside was running late. She had an 8am meeting with Barrister Ikedia so she had to hit the road immediately; she would check up on Wole and his suspicious behavior later. ‘Goodbye darling. Have a nice day’ Wole was so relieved that Yeside was not ver...

‘Please ensure you get Olamide to school in time. The school operates a point system; lateness will result in point deduction for Olamide and impact on his final results. Please, it’s very crucial to get him to school in time and make sure his uniform is very clean. I’ll make a list of the chores you need to complete before I get back home’ Wole watched Yeside reeling out instructions to the help like the ‘madam’. He wasn’t too sure if what he felt was pride or resentment. She was in charge. If he didn’t know her well, he would have fallen in love with her just watching her speak with the help. She seemed to be decisive; he only wished she was this assured when dealing with her family members. His grandparents had kept a distance after his marriage. They grudgingly showed up at his wedding and quickly kept a distance once Yeside’s family members began to bare their fangs. Aunty Sholape, his aunt in Lagos, had tried to blend with his in-laws but after a few disastrous attempts, s...