He was drunk again. You would know from the intonation of his voice as he sang a popular Fela's song: "Double wahala for dead body..." His voice kept rising as if he owned the compound. The Landlady was around yesterday to insult Mother for marrying a worthless man, asking her to leave Father in his wretchedness and seek greener pastures in the arms of a better man. Sometimes, I wished I could wrap Junior’s shit in banana leaves and throw it into that Landlady’s big mouth.
