My grades began to dwindle. I had lost concentration in school. When my teachers are teaching, all I see is Aunty Halimah’s naked body and Mr. Kola’s image in my head. He told me to close my eyes when he was doing what he was doing but I have a mental image.
I was dad’s favourite. He’d come home every day with different things he bought for me. Candy, Ice Cream, Pizzas, mention it. I got anything I wanted. I remember one time mum joked that they were going to remove my teeth because of the junk I ate. They had already removed two of my teeth
It had been two months since Tony’s death, and Andrew and Shalom barely exchanged words, each locked up in their worlds licking their wounds. Halimah moved around the house walking on eggshells.