Decades: Chunks of Time

THIRTEEN YEARS AGO "Why wont you talk to him?" Bo asked me with frustration written on her face. She didn't couldnt understand. I liked this guy so I could not possibly talk in his presence. "Ok," Bo said, as we got nearer to his class. "Bring the note and the Milo I'll give him for you, but this is the last time." But of course it wasn't the last. ------ "The holidays are here," whispered Bo on the assembly. She had left her JSS 1j line and come to join me in my JSS1c ,ine so we could chat during the assembly. "I cant wait to go home," I whispered back. "I'll miss you," she whispered. "I'll miss you even more." I replied. "My mum is coming to pick me this time." "Great," replied Bo. "I can meet her finally. Just make sure we see before you go, so I can give you my address." "I dont know anywhere in Lagos" I replied. "Don't worry," Bo soothed w

"Why are you so uptight?" she asks him, sitting opposite him to better view his face."I'm not uptight," he replies, but keeps looking at everything else but her. "I came here to talk to you, to see you and to ask you a few questions," she continues bravely, unable to hide the sadness at what he had become - a silhouette of himself. Taking his silence as an indication to continue, she asks, "Why are you irritated with me? What could I have possibly done wrong that I did right the last 20 yrs? I've been taking care of your assets, your children, your family, for the last 5 yrs. I've been standing up for you, defending you, and covering up for you all this while. What did I do wrong?" He sighs. He shakes his head. "People told me I was a fool to leave all my life's work in your hands, that you would go away with it in the end. They were right because now you are talking of leaving me, when all I ever wanted was to make life bett