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After a long, hectic day at work, Tiwa was sitting on the balcony as usual when her mother approached and placed a hand on her shoulder. “Tiwa, dear, I’ve been calling you.”
“Maami,” she replied with a smile, “I was lost in thought.”
Tiwa’s mom disliked hearing that from her daughter—or any young person, for that matter. She believed that deep thinking was reserved for the elderly; the young, in her opinion, had no reason for deep thoughts. 
“How was work today?” her mother asked.
“Work was work, Maami,” Tiwa replied, knowing her mom didn’t like that answer, and they both chuckled.
“Tiwa, there’s something I need us to talk about,” Mrs. Badmos said. “It’s about the house at Oniru Street. I’ve been thinking about the stress of going all the way down every month, and I’m considering selling it. I’m getting too tired, and you’re busy with work. We should sell it before I’m unable to make the rounds anymore.”
“No, Maami!” Tiwa exclaimed. “That house is one of the best things that’s happened to us, and you know it’s one of yours and Dad’s favorite properties. I’ll start leaving work early so I can keep up with the rounds.”
Mrs. Badmos smiled, knowing how persuasive her daughter could be. “Alright, dear, if that’s what you want, we’ll keep it. But please, be careful.”
The Tragedy
Tiwa lost both her dad and twin brother in a plane crash while they were on their way to her graduation. This tragic incident left her unconscious for two weeks, and afterward, she spent an entire year at home, doing nothing. She was too devastated to find a job or move forward.
Tiwa was her father’s best friend, even closer to him than her twin brother, Teju. Their younger brother, Tosin, was an angel—his beautiful smile and generous spirit lit up every room he entered.
Tiwa had promised to send Tosin to his dream school, Harvard University. Tosin had always wanted to be a lawyer; he says, “I’d love to be just like Harvey Specter from the movie ‘Suits,’ but all that was taken away when the crash happened.
Now working at an advertising firm, Tiwa is passionate about her job, dedicating herself tirelessly to helping the company grow into a major industry player. She’s willing to push through sleepless nights and navigate every high and low for that vision to come true.
The Accident
It was a typical Tuesday morning, and Mrs. Badmos was making her rounds at the supermarket. Even though she had many staff, including a supervisor, she loved being involved in the day-to-day operations, only skipping Sundays to spend time with her daughter.
After a brief break in her office, her phone rang: “Hello, am I speaking with Mrs. Badmos?” the caller asked. “Yes, how may I help you?” she replied. “There’s been an accident, ma’am, and your daugh…” Before the caller could finish, Mrs. Badmos interrupted, “Which hospital?” she yelled, rushing out of the supermarket toward her car.
Mr. Bode, who had always been the driver for the family, was already in the car, listening to the news on his phone, as he usually did. Since the crash, he had formed a habit of eating and staying in the car no matter what.
Seeing Mrs. Badmos pointing frantically in a certain direction, he asked, “Big Mummy, calm down. Kilodè ma?” (What happened, ma?). Barely able to speak, she finally managed to say, “Tiwa… Harmony Hospital.” Without another word, Mr. Bode drove straight to the hospital.
Episode Two
After a one hour and 45-minute drive, Mr. Bode pulled into the hospital’s visitor parking lot. Mrs. Badmos didn’t wait for him to open the door; she quickly ran into the hospital, approached the receptionist, and asked, through shaky breaths and with tears on her face, where Tiwa was taken. A nurse noticed her distress, walked up, held her hand, and led her to Tiwa’s ward.
Tiwa was sleeping, her shoulder wrapped in a bandage. Standing at the door, Mrs. Badmos placed her hands on her chest and whispered, “Oluwa jowo sé aanu” (Lord, please have mercy), then gently approached her daughter’s bedside. “Tiwa, please don’t leave me,” she pleaded softly.
Tiwa heard footsteps and opened her eyes, managing a smile as she said, “Maami, you’re here.” Mrs. Badmos held her daughter’s hand tightly. “I was so frightened when I got the call; I thought I had lost you,” she replied.
Tiwa had been working on a project for months, with her assistant supervising. However, it was taking longer than expected. Tiwa loved getting results without hassle, so she decided to visit the field herself. Unfortunately, there was an attack on the street that day.
A certain business mogul, known as Chief D, had just returned from a trip. He was a wealthy man who didn’t believe in saving money in the bank and often traveled with large amounts of cash. Some hoodlums, having heard about his return, raided the area with guns and other weapons. Chief D’s security began firing at them, and during the chaos, a bullet grazed Tiwa’s shoulder. She collapsed from shock and was rushed to the hospital alongside other victims.
Mrs. Badmos did not leave her daughter’s bedside for days, only making calls for her workers to bring food, provisions, and a change of clothes for Tiwa. On Friday morning, the doctor in charge of Tiwa’s case announced she was ready for discharge, advising that she return for wound dressing and to complete her medication.
However, Mrs. Badmos wasn’t having it; she insisted that Tiwa remain under observation until she was fully fit. Not buying the idea, Tiwa insisted she wanted to go home. Eventually, Mrs. Badmos agreed but negotiated for a delay until the evening, which the doctor approved.
Tiwa’s Return Home
When Tiwa stepped into the house, it was as though she was in the wrong house. There were a lot of people walking around, placing beautifully decorated flowers at different corners of the house.
Different dishes had been prepared, which annoyed Tiwa. “It was just a bruise,” she said under her breath. She went into her room and locked it behind her. She came out after she had freshened up and also made some work-related calls.
Mrs. Badmos was sitting on the couch when Tiwa came out and was ranting, “Maami, you’re so full of drama; I had only a bruise, and you’re doing all these? I wasn’t shot on the leg for goodness sake; I’m totally fine.”
Mrs. Badmos didn’t utter a single word. Tiwa knew what the silence meant, so she went to where her mom was sitting. “Maami, thank you for everything, and I’m sorry,” but you… her mother gave her a look, and she kept quiet, leaned on her mom, and they both laughed.
