The music came on, she took to the dance floor and as each song was played,and she stripped herself one by one, one stanza after the other, of the labels “mother”, “lawyer”, “wife”, “employer, “friend”, “daughter”, until she simply was Olufemi.
By then, the music had ended. And it was time to go and join her family at the table. Yet she was glad, for the fifteen minutes of escapism she had enjoyed. She was thankful. It was the little things that made the most difference.