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Charles Rowland

“I would ask you again for the last time boy. What is your name?” said Charles with a smile.

“First tell me yours.” Oluwole said. “You tell me your name and I’d tell you mine.”

Oluwole in his state could tell that there could be a chance of the man before him not being a Nigerian judging by his really light complexion. His skin had a far lighter tone compared to those he sees every day in school, church and in his neighborhood. Charles looked like one of those actors in the action movies daddy usually watches. He put his hands into his pockets and surprisingly found the picture of him and his dad in one of them. Oluwole was a bit curious as to how it got there.

The last thing he remembered was holding on to it tightly when he got kidnapped.

“Why don’t we say our names together?” Charles suggested forming a smile.

“Okay!” Oluwole said trying to return the smile.

“Oluwole David!” “Charles!” They both said in unison.

“Wow!” “I like the name Oluwole. What a nice name for a handsome boy lik
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Hazel Lowell
Poor Wole!! I can't take much more </3
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