Klint's

Whenever the clouds gather, you know the rains are about to fall. You could tell when the thunder rumbles, – low and even in the distance. You become more certain when a cold whiff wheezes past the back of your neck, and lightning finally makes its debut.  We could never have seen it coming: that Dad would be caught right at the centre of an extramarital office romance. It was too befuddling to process. The questions of when, how and why proved very difficult to answer.  Maybe the signs were there all along. I myself couldn’t tell anyway, the slight nuances that had begun to chip away at the love and spark that existed between mum and dad. But, he had started coming home late from work, missing his evening meals more frequently. We would be lucky enough to see once together as a complete family during the week. He'd given the excuse of politics – having to keep a constant relationship with the people that mattered including party chieftains and lobbyists but now mum knew...

Time itself is also a fluid concept. Each millisecond floating  seamlessly along the sea of eternal consciousness, down into the drains of oblivion and history.  God has said He is the alpha and omega; the beginning and the end. Time was only His by-product. Last year the rains were here. This year they came again;  drawn together  by the marvelous design of nature. The journey from Iwo, Ibadan to the city of Benin was by no means an easy one. Although I was no stranger to this kind of trips, being a 3rd year student of the prestigious purple and gold citadel of academic excellence, the hours seemed to stretch far beyond what I was already used to. All the same, I could never have felt more idyllic by the time I arrived at my lush two-storeyed hostel overlooking the expressway. With swift deftness, I turned the key in the lock of my condo, pushed the door open and barged right in. Apparently jolted by the sudden arrival of the looming party popper, the tiny little...