Chapter 37

I WOULD ALWAYS REMEMBER DANIEL to be the fat snotty brat who hid behind his mother’s skirt with either a lollipop, a snack, or one of his fingers in his mouth, refusing to be anywhere but beside her even when she had to seat and later during dinner. It has been over five years since I last saw him, since when uncle Christopher brought him visiting with his wife to our house, and although he should be seventeen now, he was still not too far from the fat snotty brat of the time.

And that snotty brat was trying to hit on me at this moment.

We were currently at Uncle Christopher’s sprawling mansion at Ibadan for his wedding anniversary, and the party was in full blown after the reunion which held earlier in the afternoon—a tiring affair which mostly involved getting introduced to our father’s friends or uncles, their children, and their wives who by default became our aunts, with a lot of false smiles, forced conversations and lunch.

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