16 Jun Diary of a Fusspot-Epilogue
I rolled over on the side of the bed and looked at the time. 6.30 am. I had to be on my way to work if I wanted to beat the morning traffic. Ike had already got up and was bathing Anna. I was grateful....
Author: vickyoziwrites
12 Jun Diary of a Fusspot 23
When we arrived at the Madu's residence, I was unsure what to expect. I wondered if it would be wiser to wait for our lawyer before going in but Ike felt we could go in and find out what she wanted first, while we waited...
09 Jun The End Of the Story
So it's been a very long time I have been on here. I have gone from despairing about ever writing at all to wondering if I have anything left to say, to wondering if my writing ever mattered to anyone. So much has happened in...
10 Jul Diary Of A Fusspot 22
There is a form of silent torture that everyone goes through at some point in life. I call it the torture of the unknown. It was a cold and cruel kind of torture that gripped you in the chest and messed with your insides. It...
03 Jul Diary Of a Fusspot 21
I settled down in bed the next day with mixed feelings. The day had been very dramatic. I had gone to the company site and they said they would like to use my services part time as a company representative in my area as they...
26 Jun Diary Of A Fusspot 20
The plan for now was that we would communicate with Mr. Madu and Edison would act as if he was her divorce lawyer. Hopefully, we would be able to get him to respond or even come down to Nigeria to have his estate settled. We...
18 Apr Diary Of a Fusspot 19
I said a quick prayer as the door opened and we were face to face with Mrs. Madu who peered at us through thick spectacles. She recognized the lawyer and said: “So you people have come to ask me more questions abi?” she said as she...
10 Apr Diary Of a Fusspot 18
Christy ushered us into her living room where Titi sat waiting for us. “I went to the estate shopping mall to get some things,” she said without preamble “when someone jerked my arm and spun me around. I looked and saw that it was my husband....
03 Apr Diary Of A Fusspot 17
I shushed Anna but she wouldn’t stop fussing all the way to the solicitor’s office. I knew we made an incongruous pair, me in my suit(I decided to wear a suit so the lawyer would know I meant business) and a squalling baby on my...
27 Mar Diary Of a Fusspot 16
I woke up early the next day and knocked on Christy’s door. For the very first time, I was going to ask her for a favor. And it was a very big one. When I got inside, I said without preamble. “You said I could trust you...