By Tochi Eze
It’s a typical Saturday
afternoon and the atmosphere is almost tangibly boring. Naturally, I’m in the
middle of an activity and by activity I mean my eyes were glued to my lap top’s
screen, watching old movies. Then my phone rings, a blatant interruption of my
perfectly scheduled movie time. I plaster a frown on my face and dig it up from
under my pillow. I see the caller I.D and it is one of my aunties. My frown
burrows deeper. She only calls when there is a wedding or a funeral.



