It was Madam’s face, not Nnanna’s, that Atinuke saw the moment she opened her eyes. Bright orange lipstick was smeared carelessly across her lips and her eyeliner came uncomfortably close to her eyebrows. She smacked her lips thrice in succession and scrunched up her nose. “So you can smile? Mgbon? Atinuke o tun rerin? I heard about your escapades at home, how you perambulated all over the place until you broke my glass.
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My arms are no longer slender. My waist extends farther into a bloated protruding belly. The folds at my back are now more pronounced, each lump as thick as freshly baked agege bread. There are bumps on my forehead, small elevated bumps that leave black spots in their wake. And my chin, its gone, lost in the sea…