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SKELETONS IN MY CUPBOARD
Filled with rage, I hurried out while Layo ran after me. "Hold on Fetty. " he said as he ran behind me. I fastened my steps. "Don't create a scene. Remember your mother must not find out anything especially in her condition. " I stopped, turned around and nodded in affirmation. I clearly understood the point he was making. Outside our compound, my father stood in a dark overall by the corner. I went straight to where he was standing and said "What do you want.? " I turned towards Layo who was panting behind . "You brought him here didn't you? How dare you show him our house. " "I had no choice " responded Layo while scratching his head with the tip of his finger. Before my Father left for Libya, we lived in fourth street. The streets in London are numbered from 1 to 4. While we were staying in London's fourth street, we lived in an apartment with a living room and a bedroom. It was more comfortable than what we have now. My parents sleep in the bedroom while we spr
SADUWOFettys's sick mother is no where to be found. Could she have gone to the bar?
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