CREATIVE MUSING: THE FAT LADY SINGS
Like other nights before any big day, I can't fall asleep; excitement and anxiety wouldn't let me. I heave a deep sigh and reach for my transistor radio to tune into a station still playing some music at 3 a.m. My only sister is fast asleep next to me and, honest to God, she snores like a camel- I fight the urge to poke her, to scold her for sleeping anyhow. I love my sister now but this wasn't always the case growing up. I called her "BBC" because she was so nosy; always telling our parents what I said or did wrong in their absence. "Mummy, guess what! Fadekemi's teacher beat her today because she didn't do her homework and she was crying like a baby." My mum would look at me with piercing eyes and ask if Remi was telling the truth. No matter what I said, the scene always closed with my mum hitting me with whatever object was within her reach. I am 50 today and in a few hours, there will be loud music and lots of food. There wi