Tick Tock

Heyyy guys,

How’s your week going? I’m feeling quite generous today lol and I decided to share this story today, even though it’s not Friday. It’s based on a true story someone shared with me. Please read and remember to leave a comment. Don’t forget to check back on Friday for the continuation of ‘From this day forward series…’

Beep beep beep

Sarah heard the familiar sound of her phone alarm which signaled the dawn of a new day. She mumbled a quick prayer and reached for her torch light by the side of her pillow. She quickly set about her morning routine:

Went to the back of the house to turn on the generator, she noticed her neighbor hadn’t turned his on which was odd; most times she was greeted by the blaring sound of his generator by the time she went outside.

She put some water in the kettle for her kid’s bath and started packing their lunch boxes with the leftovers from yesterday’s dinner. Lunches packed, she pulled out two packs of Ribena and 2 apples and added them.
The wheezing sound from the kettle, sounded just as she took the lunch boxes towards the dining room.

Thank God today was Wednesday, two more days to go. She couldn’t wait for the weekend when she had the luxury of sleeping well into late hours of morning.

A sad smile crossed her face as she got to her daughters’ room. She hated waking them up so early every morning. No 6 year old deserved to be woken up by 4:30 am every school day. She had been praying to God to bless her with a better job,preferably one on the mainland, so this madness would stop. She had to enroll her girls in a school close to her office on Adeola Odeku street in Victoria Island because she didn’t trust any house help with her kids.
Their school closes by 2 pm and their school bus would bring them to the creche beside their office. They would stay there till 5 pm, sometimes 6 pm, when she closed and go home together. They usually don’t get home till around 8 pm, her girls would be asleep most times as she maneuvered through the terrible Lagos traffic. Last Friday, they didn’t get home till 11pm, apparently, there was Holy Ghost service. The only thing that kept her going was that her job was quite rewarding.

Her twins; Jadesola and Simisola were asleep in their pink room. Jadesola slept on the top bunk and Simisola on the lower bunk. She gently tapped them and right on cue they opened their sleepy eyes.

‘Morning mummy’ Jadesola cooed
‘I don’t want to go to school today mummy, I’m tired’. Simisola protested

Jadesola made her way down the ladder and came to hug her.

‘Simzy, just two more days okay?’ she pleaded with her eyes.
‘Okay girls, get ready fast so we won’t be late’

She left them and made her way to her room to get dressed. She was surprised as tears gathered in her eyes. She wondered what was making her so emotional today, she checked her phone, 4:48, they had to leave home by 5:20 if they didn’t want to get caught up in the morning traffic. Her daughters would sleep all the way to work. On a good day, they made to the Island by 6:30.

Two sleepy little girls and their frantic mother who was worried they would be caught up in a little traffic because of the extra 10 minutes they delayed made it out of their house. Sarah opened the back door for her daughters to get in; made sure their seat belts were secured before getting into the car. She reversed out of the driveway she shared with her neighbor and surprisingly, his car was still there, she concluded that maybe he wasn’t going to work.

One of the advantages of living in an estate was that the quietness and security it provided; but today was unusual, the streets were empty.

A glance at the clock on her dashboard caught her attention.


Her eyes were glued to the red digits that blinked before her.


As if on cue, it changed to


She pressed her brake pedal and checked her phone; the time was 5:40.

Something was wrong.

She searched her bag frantically for her wristwatch, brought it out, the hour hand was in between 3 and 4 and the minute hand was on 7.

It was only then it hit her, Simi had dropped her phone inside a bowl of water yesterday.

She couldn’t believe what had just happened.

She burst into uncontrollable tears.


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18 thoughts on “Tick Tock

  1. Tolulope 08/04/2014 at 10:04 pm Reply

    Hmm….Lagos palava!!!! its always about traffic.really wish her kids were not caught up in d mess of the whole thing.D mother has no time for dem nd dey also dont have d luxury of enough rest.so glad I grew up in a peaceful environment. didn’t have to wake up dat early.nice one cuz.cant wait for ur series continuation on Friday.


    • Feyi's Dairy 08/04/2014 at 10:06 pm Reply

      I know right Tolu. It’s so crazy! Lagos traffic is out of this world. It’s not easy being a working mother. ..thanks hun xx


  2. Omolara 08/04/2014 at 10:09 pm Reply

    Lol.I was already engrossed. I can only imagine how she would have felt at that particular time. But no husband?


  3. temmy 09/04/2014 at 10:22 am Reply

    Lagos nawa oooh, I cant fit cope in dat atmosphere….u guys r really really trying


  4. taiwothebabe 09/04/2014 at 10:51 am Reply

    Awww lol. What a shame. That would really really pain me. Lol. Aww. 😬😬😬😬😬😬. Nice 1 Feyi.


  5. drnsmusings 09/04/2014 at 6:02 pm Reply

    I would smash d phone. Nonsense! Me wey like my sleep. Mtchewwa,

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  6. Lizzie Elizabeth 09/04/2014 at 6:55 pm Reply

    Awww! Terrible terrible but a lovely story 🙂


  7. Olumide 11/04/2014 at 5:21 pm Reply

    Expensive joke…I’d say April fool. But mehn Ko funny ooo. That Lagos life is just impossible…but people live it. Sango Ota to island…that’s insane.


  8. M4Mikael 19/04/2014 at 11:17 am Reply

    LOL…I wouldn’t know whether to laugh or to cry in that situation…probably cry ‘cos it’s so sad, especially for the kids. Shout out to all the supermoms who have gone through this and worse for their kids, including my own…May God bless your hustle!


  9. imperfectlyperfect92 14/06/2014 at 7:37 pm Reply

    Awwww, sooo sorry dear.


  10. diademstots 03/07/2014 at 2:45 pm Reply

    Have some free time and was going through your blog posts, read this and was reminded of how hard it is for new couples (when both of them work long hours)and single parents who face the traffic challenge in lagos and then I read DR N’s comment and just couldn’t stop laughing. Sometimes I see reason with those who insist they cannot live in lagos


    • Feyi's Dairy 03/07/2014 at 10:10 pm Reply

      Lagos traffic is crazy…lol @ Dr N’s comment. Yeah same here, outside Lagos is so much calmer. Thanks for reading!


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