Popsie

Alvin darling, it won’t be hard, I tell you, after the first ice is broken. It’ll be pretty stiff at first, I admit. But it’s always been a joke with everybody the way I can wrap my popsie around my little finger. He’s up in a temper and then over it in a second.

AFTER a long silence my popsie said “Why don’t you talk to me? You’re not doing anything.”

And so when Ginika came to school one morning, her eyes red and shadowed, and told Ifemelu, “My popsie said we are going to America next month,” Ifemelu felt almost relieved.