Uncle Ayinde’s Secret: A Short Story [Excerpt]

This is a work of fiction.

When we were done, my mother put them in a cabinet in Uncle Ayinde’s study where she had found them, locked them with a key and put the key in her purse. As I helped my mother lock up Uncle Ayinde’s house, the secret which we were now the guardians of, squealed through the silence of the house. It was a silence that would accompany us as we drove away from the house towards my mother’s home in Surulere. The traffic was light for a Friday night, and it was not until we were on Eko Bridge starting the descent to Costain Roundabout that I broke the silence.