The Three of Us

by Ore Agbaje-Williams

She is probably the only person in my life who has never wanted something from me, only for me.

It’s something my mother hates about me. You have a degree and no job. A house but no children. You’re like an empty fridge. Expensive to run and yet completely useless.

I woke up every morning and chose violence. I woke up every morning and chose myself, before everyone else, no matter the consequences. Sometimes it felt like I left my body behind and let my mind inhabit a new one.

Men are like those pans that say non-stick and then you fry one egg and the whole pan is ruined, she said once.