A writer's haven

Pelumi stood watching aunt Kema in the kitchen while she diced fresh tomatoes. Aunt Kema loved cooking. Cooking was basically her calling. You only had to help her do things like cleaning up while she cooked. Aunt Kema and Chief Edewor were traveling out of the country in two days and since her mum had complained about her not spending enough time with her aunt, she had promised to spend the night at aunt Kema's.   Naetochukwu was in Abuja visiting his friends. He hadn’t yet made up his mind on whether he wanted to stay in Nigeria for real or not. "Pelumi, how's the new job treating you?" Aunt Kema asked while stirring the banga soup in the pot". Pelumi watched her taste the soup. "Hmmmm, yummy!" Aunt Kema moaned.  "Fine, aunty. It's a good company to work and I'm learning a lot day by day." Pelumi explained. "That's great. You want to be in a company that gives you room to grow, expand and be all t

Silent readers, I see you :-) Dropping comments in the comments section would be nice. ****************************************** "Have you figured out what you'll be wearing to the office party?”  Zainab asked Pelumi the next morning at the office while she was munching on her home made sandwich and enjoying a cup of decaffeinated coffee.  "No, But I have this dress my tailor made the other day. It's a net lace gown. I wore it to a wedding not too long ago and everyone loved it.” "Uhm.” Zainab was skeptical. "How much does your tailor sew dresses?” "Two thousand naira.” Pelumi answered her. "And she sews it well?” Pelumi frowned. What was Zainab getting at? "Of course! If she didn't, would I patronize her"?  Pelumi was clearly angry now. Zainab shrugged. "No vex. But you know the current Lagos in which we live. All the fashion designers have stepped up. We both know how much it costs to ha