The Crazy Anne
by Annie Akinnagbe
If you are still awake, it’s 3am here and I am awake too, as usual. This has been my routine for the past five years. At exactly 3am, she wakes me up. It’s cold in here; the AC is on, the fan too. But I am sweating and this duvet is soaked with my sweat. Tope did quite a number on me tonight. F**k her! My message was very clear but she chose not to listen. Wonder why I have to lose sleep over this, especially as it’s over five years already.