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“Na wa! Look at how your eyes are shining because of a married
man. You need deliverance prayers,” Chikwado said, half joking.
She went to night-vigil services often, at different churches, but
all with the theme Finding Your God-Given Mate; she would
come to work the next morning sleepy, the whites of her eyes
flecked with red, but already planning to attend another service.
She was thirty-two and tottering under the weight of her desire:
to settle down. It was all she talked about. It was all our female
co-workers talked about when we had lunch at the
cafeteria. Yewande is wasting her time with that man—he is
not ready to settle down. Please ask him oh, if he does not see
marriage in the future then you better look elsewhere; nobody
is getting any younger. Ekaete is lucky, just six months and she
is already engaged. While they talked, I would look out the
window, high up above Lagos, at the acres of rusted roofs, at the
rise and fall of hope in this city full of tarnished angels.