Nearly all men in Lagos are mad

"Lukumon, please tell your family why you made me sleep with another man for money, but treated me like a leper when I returned. Explain why you refused to take the job the man offered you, but you insisted that I took the money, rent this house, and buy you that stupid watch."

"But I should have known that any man who could keep a clean white shirt at the end of a Lagos work day would be dangerous."

"Maybe it’s fast because I have been waiting so long for something good to happen to me."

"But you didn’t say you cried mostly because, after considering the darkness of your Allen Avenue days and the deep dissatisfaction of your marriage, sometimes you were overwhelmed with gratitude that you were the lucky mother to two beautifully perfect boys. They were the best and purest things in your life, a nod to God and his mysterious ways."

"thirty-three when you had your first orgasm. It wasn’t from Idris. But, call it serendipity, it was Idris who introduced you to him. He was a beautiful man. Dimpled"

"Misery loves company, dear.” She was also fond of asking rhetorically, “Why spend your money when you can spend his?”"

"You liked me so much I had no choice but to start liking myself, to start acting respectable, like someone who had something special waiting for them back home"

"He was amazingly different from Lukumon—savvier, kinkier, unselfish."