It was as though he sensed how intertwined their fates would become if their paths did cross. Almost like the rush of emotions that was enveloping him at this moment, bathing him in the glow of her restrained, radiant smile. ‘Oh, I remember you,’ he assured her.
Liadi especially loved the island. Eko proper or isale Eko as its inhabitants proudly proclaimed it, with the fierce protectiveness of a people who knew their place.
In Jilete, a woman may choose not to ‘marry’ the male relative of her dead husband assigned to her, but she would have to forfeit her place in his family.
Had Abibatu Abeke even been the sort of woman who valued people’s comfort levels in awkward social situations, she was certain that something about losing the man who was your anchor to societal validation would have cured her of the habit.
School was regimented enough with its insistence on rules and order that all he had to do was be at the appropriate places at the appointed times. With a mother like his, ’Toye had no qualms following regulation.
She refused to tow the line many women in her circumstances would have – of coddling and overprotectiveness as a mother – choosing to make her son’s eventual name a reminder to herself not to get too attached
Arranging marriages was in the purview of the women. Alas, in absence of such allies, who understood the art of slyly abdicating credit for what machinations their hands wrought, Abeke resigned to the fact that her brother would have to be trusted with the delicate task
he re-examined all their early interactions... She hadn’t been shy of her partiality to him, she had been indifferent! The woman did not do shy.