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MEETING THE FAMILY

Author: Ismakabuza
last update Last Updated: 2026-01-28 00:57:25

Amon’s mother terrifies me.

Not in a bad way. In a“ this woman sees through all my b*llsh*t” way.

We’re standing at the gate of their compound in Ntinda. Sunday lunch. Family tradition. Amon promised it would be casual.

He lied.

There were at least thirty people then. Aunties under the mango tree. Uncles arguing about politics. Children run everywhere. The smell of roasted meat and posho making my empty stomach grip.

“ How numerous people did you say were coming? ” I hiss.

“ I did n’t. Because if I told you, you would’ve run. ”

“ I’m running now. ”

“ Too late. ” He grabs my hand. “ Mama’s already seen us. ”

She emerges from the house. Round and warm and radiating the kind of authority that comes from raising five children successfully. Her eyes lock onto me with ray focus.

“ So this is the girl who has made my son smile like a fool for weeks! ”

Her voice carries across the compound. Everyone stops talking. All eyes on me.

I want to die.

Mama Grace pulled me into a hug before I could e
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