He had only been in the country for a few months, the sharp whip the winter winds slashed across his cheeks were nothing like his brother had told him back home. The continuous Nigerian heat ensured a good mood most of the time, and it was only since landing in London that it became quite clear why the people of London were what he considered to be bloody miserable.
She had a lovely round face and a smile that left twinkles in his eyes – completely lovable. She laughed the most contagious laugh, which had a hint of a snort at the end when he tickled her in the spot in her right armpit. She squealed, kicked her legs, threw her head back and revealed a faint dimple in her right cheek.
If only she wasn’t five years old, he often told himself.
He was my friend. Mummy and daddy go to work all day. He takes me to school and picks me up too. He can’t cook, so sometimes we have McDonald’s if Mummy didn’t leave something for us in the kitchen. I always wanted a big brother, but I don’t tell him my secrets. You can’t tell secrets to big people. They tell other big people and then you get into trouble. You get smacked on the bum, or you have to stand with your hands up against the wall for days and days. And you shouldn’t cry, because if you cry you will get into bigger trouble, and get more smacks on your bum, and maybe have to carry books as more punishment.
But I’m a good girl. I don’t tell big people my secrets. I like Wasiu because he tells me jokes, and he tickles me. Daddy doesn’t tickle me. Daddy is so busy with work. He doesn’t play with me. Sometimes he smiles – if he isn’t too tired. That’s only sometimes though. But Daddy wouldn’t hurt me. Or tell me to see him like that.
Wasiu did. I don’t know why. Maybe I had been naughty – maybe it was a new punishment for being naughty. But I don’t remember doing anything naughty to him. Mummy had always told me to knock before going to the bathroom, because the bathroom is a private place – where we use the toilet and wash our special parts. I didn’t understand when Wasiu called me into the bathroom. I thought maybe he was stuck. Don’t we shout when we are stuck? He didn’t shout, but I still thought he needed help, so I went.