Like all other days, she reluctantly allowed the sun rays to tease her out of bed.
Completing the usual routine of personal hygiene,
She picks her purse to get Hausa koko and koose.
"Kuu, do you want koko and koose?". Silence
"Kuuks?". Deafening silence
Mumsy realises she is alone.
Murmuring under her breath "Typical!, off to work on a weekend. One might think I scare him off"
Grabbing the door keys, she notices a note by the door. She recognises Kuuku's handwriting.
Tearing off the envelope, she reads;
I don't know how it started,
It has got to stop.
Before, you made my day brighter that it seemed.
My waking, and last thoughts were of you.
We wage a battle of wills,
With no victor in sight,
A cold war set in.
Loving you feels like a thing in my past,
A happy memory that I remember with fondness.
I can't remember who threw the gauntlet,
Because it does not matter.
I throw in the towel,
Holding up a white flag.
No more dog-fights,
*Hause koko: porridge made from milled millet and corn.
*Koose: usually an accompaniment of Hause kooko; it is a mix of millet and some spices made into paste and fried.