Ane Wa Yan Mama Novels & Stories

I looked like the textbook image of the undead. I let out another big sigh as I sauntered toward the wardrobe to select today’s outfit. “Get it together, Amy”, I whispered to myself. “You may be heartbroken, but you’re still a hottie. You’re not going to let those assholes ruin your day, your week, or even another minute of your life. You’re only 25, you’ve got your whole life ahead of you. You’re beautiful, you’re strong, you’re smart, you’re rich, you have a fat ass, a flat stomach and tits to die for. Whatever is meant for you can’t be taken away. The garbage threw itself in the can.”

I shrank at the word her mother released while I seemed to be dumbfounded Why i can't flight "She's my girl mama, if you can't accept that we don't have Veda anymore then stop being biased because you know Veda better, if you can't see what I'm trying to do then I won't push you , I will only go with Elisha "

We look at each other—me, Maeve, Win, Dougal. We’re not close. Not really. But right now, we’re a unit. A weapon. We nod. No words needed. We stand shoulder to shoulder, arms raised, palms toward the gate. Together, we speak the ancient prayer: “Gēta hoyi kibirihini bet’elati layi āwit’a.” (Lord, release your glorious power against the enemy.) Power builds between us. Light and wind and thunder. The gate begins to tremble, resisting us.

I laugh out a bit. “Ah, mama Unwana,” that is what we call every woman with children. We call them mama followed by the name of their first child. The name of my daughter is unwana so, I’m called mama unwana. “You done reach?” Mrs. Okolo (mama Chinelo) asks.

I cut in. Mama loves reminiscing about her romance with Father, almost like she misses those days. "Alright, let me not keep you waiting then." She smiles at Ayanfe, adjusts her iro( traditional skirts/ bottoms for Yoruba women), and glides away. I texted Ahmed to meet us at the exit. I guide Ayanfe into the backseat. She leans into me. "You see? Even your mum thinks we look fabulous together," she says, running her fingers through my palm.

Mom asked in a cracking voice. "It is quite obvious that he has been possessed by that witch," Camile spat out. "She is not a witch. Her real name is Gina Blake, and you all know her as Emelia, my kids' mother. So you should be mindful of how you disrespect her," I screamed out, but this only worsened it as both mom and Camila lashed out on me. "Enough!" Grandfather's thick voice echoed across the room. He had been seated quietly with his head rested on his cane.

Vanessa reached towards Liam and stood in front of Liam with pouting lips and tear rolling eyes making his grey eyes softened. "Jab koi baat bigad jaye, Jab koi mushkil pad jaye--" Liam said something in their mother's native language and immediately a sad smile appeared on her lips. (Translation: Whenever something goes wrong, whenever there is a problem--) "t-t-tum dena saath m-m-mera, O humnava." Vanessa completed for lines of the song which their mama always hums doing her work. (Translation: Stand by me 'at that time' my beloved.)

Her hands pressed gently against Luciano, holding him off while she savored the desperate intensity in his eyes. Yet, her legs still spread apart kindly. Luciano instantly understood her intentions. He knelt before her and pushed his soft tongue inside, savoring the taste of her sweet body. Tanya screamed as her climax arrived, her opening moist and yielding. Luciano was already painfully hard. He slowly and firmly pushed himself in her, hearing her pant in satisfaction. Luciano pressed hard against her tummy. He crouched by her ear, gasping amid her shattered screams. "Has Padre ever been here, Madre?"

Hindi ko maiwasang maging sarkastiko. "That’s why you are our momma; you washed our clothes po." Napa kurap ako sa sinabi niya. “What?” Marunong na siyang sumagot sa akin. “Do you want me to put you back in my womb?” Tinaasan ko siya ng kilay. Inosente naman siyang tumingin sa akin. “Would that be possible po, momma?”

“Jonathan, I was wrong. I really know that now. Could you forgive me this time? “My mother’s old. She can’t handle any more stress. Besides, I already lost my job. If this keeps going, my family and I will be done for. “Could you speak up for me and my mother online? Jonathan, I’m begging you.” I was indifferent. “What does this have to do with me? You and your mother caused this trouble.” Amelia was upset with my indifferent treatment toward her. She stepped closer and anxiously said, “Jonathan, how could you say that? We’re supposed to spend our lives together.”