Part 38

Madam Jolie Jolie was a pretty middle-aged woman: old enough to be Ibinabo’s elder sister. She was unmarried but not childless. Her son was a child she had had when she was in her very early twenties for a chief who was only too married to three wives, to marry her. But he had made sure she was well off, without marrying him. As a rule Ibinabo would often offer to help whenever she arrived at meal times at Madam Jolie Jolie’s home because she knows she would be partaking in the meals as well. So it was only natural she helped with the preparation. Madam Jolie’s son was obedient that morning. He was the one in the said kitchen. Outside by the kitchen’s doorway was Madam Jolie Jolie, on a small seat picking melon seeds from a green plastic bowl rested on a brown tray. Her hands were smooth and youthful. Her nails were painted pink and her hair had been combed into an afro. Her black beautiful facial skin glistened in the hot sun. she had a small facial mark on her right cheek, given her as when she was a child