‘Funkeeee!’ Immediately when I come walking around the street corner, they notice me. My neighbours in this little part of Ebute-Metta have not forgotten about me. Little Gbenga comes sprinting out of the corridor where his mum was dusting his neck with talcum powder. ‘Auntie Funke!’ When he grins, I see a hole: there’s one baby tooth missing. It reminds me of my eldest niece who is also changing teeth. They are of the same age. Mikkey, one of the street’s fathers, sends for a bottle of STAR for him and me. Even when it is only eleven thirty in the morning, I would not dream of refusing.
Read my blog 'Femke becomes Funke'
‘Funkeeee!’ Immediately when I come walking around the street corner, they notice me. My neighbours in this little part of Ebute-Metta have not forgotten about me. Little Gbenga comes sprinting out of the corridor where his mum was dusting his neck with talcum powder. ‘Auntie Funke!’ When he grins, I see a hole: there’s one baby tooth missing. It reminds me of my eldest niece who is also changing teeth. They are of the same age. Mikkey, one of the street’s fathers, sends for a bottle of STAR for him and me. Even when it is only eleven thirty in the morning, I would not dream of refusing.
