My sister and I try and sneak into the wedding reception as quietly and as incognito as possible. As usual we are terribly late even though it is our cousin’s wedding. Just as we thought we had made it and miraculously found a table with two free seats close to each other, somebody taps me on the back. ’That woman is calling you’ she says. I look up hoping to ‘eye’ the person calling us to silence that person till our operation ‘sneak in’ was complete, but alas, it’s aunty Oye. our mother’s bestie. So, mission aborted, we walk...