Ada was on the phone with Eddie for most of the weekend. Granny couldn’t hide her surprise.
“Who is this person my Adanma cannot stop talking with?” She remarked again and again, in-between spoiling Ada silly with home cooked dishes. She was a slim, small woman, long past middle age, with numerous grey hairs adding character to the bun that was a permanent fixture on her head. She had been a schoolteacher, before she retired to run a provisions store. Like many women of her time, she prided herself on the fact that she had been educated during colonial times, before the corruption came and ruined the educational system, and like most of the women of that era, she carried herself with an inimitable elegance, that was obvious even when she was doing mundane things, like housework or cooking.
“I hope it is a man,” She teased Ada after every phone conversation, “and not just any one of those, the best of the best for my baby.” Her comments always caused Ada to roll her eyes and pretend not to hear. She didn’t bother to deny anything. There would have been no use anyway. Granny had always been able to see straight through her….. Read More