Author: Funmilayo Babalola

Bolanle, with a bowl of ground pepper in her left hand and engrossed in her phone, smiles sheepishly at the screen as she walks down the stairs. Her mom’s voice can be heard from her room: “Bola, watch your step; you’re carrying Mama Emeka’s pepper. It must not spill, she has 5 kids to feed” Ignoring the warning, Bolanle continues to smile at her phone, shuffling down the stairs. She laughs out loud at something on her screen and, as she lifts her foot to the next step, misses it and falls. The phone crashes, the pepper spills everywhere, and…