Potentash

I loved William, but everyone else in my life seemed to have a problem with him. We were trying our second shot at this love thing after our failed first attempt. “We were young and stupid then, but we’re mature now. He has changed and is committed to me,” I told myself as I moved in with him against everyone’s wishes. You know how there’s that one person that you break the rules for? That person who makes you act dumb, and it’s like you have no control? That was William for me.

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Wails, clogged milk ducts, a needy partner, soiled diapers and more wailing. This was Jane’s new life. A life she hadn’t planned for. A life she hadn’t wanted. She kept waiting for the day that she would wake up happy about the changes in her life, but it never arrived. She’d waited for it for over a year, yet it felt like she hated her life a little more each day. “Aaaw, such a cute baby,” her friends and family said.

A few months ago, the idea of walking a marathon felt impossible. The thought of spending hours on my feet seemed like something only “fit people” could do. Every marathon photo I saw online featured smiling people in activewear, and I was convinced I didn’t belong in that world. This year I signed up for a marathon. Not because I was ready, but because I wanted to become the kind of person who could do hard things. I had started with short walks around my neighbourhood. Then they became longer.

In the Township of Arisia, the street lights go off at 6 a.m., serving as an alarm for the industrious wives. They prepare breakfast for their husbands and then await their rising to make the beds. As they make neat folds of the bedding, they tuck in their secrets. Sundays belong to Fruitful Vine Ministries, where Pastor Madoka testifies again about the years of his wife’s barrenness that the good Lord repaid with handsomely with twins.

“This is my karma,” I say to myself on a Sunday afternoon. I’ve just been stood up by my fourth love interest this year, and we’re barely past the halfway mark. At least I think he has done it willy-nilly. This date had been in the works for two weeks. It was the earliest date we could find that worked for both of us. I have changed into five different outfits before settling into the one I’m wearing. That’s how I know I like him. I’m nervous about my appearance.

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That house carries distant memories of peace and happiness. Emma now stays in the parking lot for about an hour after arriving before going into their house. Ambrose found a local joint where he goes for exactly two drinks; one to drown out the day’s stress and another to prepare him for what is to come once he goes inside their house. Maybe it’s the numerous kids playing in their estate or the ones crying in the silence of the night as though they had waited for their spotlight all day.

Rachael loved systems. They were the reason her life was mainly in order. She received her salary on a certain date, paid her bills on a specific date, and did her shopping on a regular schedule. It was those traits that made her reliable. People felt a sense of security around her. This was one of the reasons Jonah was with Rachael. It hadn’t been at the top of his reasons for pursuing a relationship with her, but it had kept him there for a while.

Charles swept me off my feet. He was charming, kind, loving, respectful and everything I was looking for in a man. We had to be together, but we worked in different towns. We travelled back and forth for months, and then Charles asked me to move in with him. “I’ll take care of you as the man should,” he said. “I want to work,” I told him. “I’m sure we can find something for you here,” he said. My mother warned me about it and told me to first secure the job before moving.