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she tried to interrupt, but I quickly cut her off. “Where is your mother?” “She’s inside. But please, tell me!” She was desperate for an answer. “Take this bread to your mother.” Before I could even lift my head, Esther was already at the door. She stepped forward. “Good evening, Uncle.” “Good evening,” I replied, noticing the worry in her eyes. “Can we talk?” “No, Uncle. You just arrived. Won’t you rest for a while? Lagos to Benin is not like Ologbo. Please, at least bathe and eat first.”

“Your nephew almost got embarrassed today at the mall. I thought you said you would handle this. That is what I am calling about.” “You already took it out of my hands when you went to the elders to report.” “Elders?” He sounded surprised. I nodded slowly, pretending not to know that it was Chris who went to the elders. “Well yes, your son reported to the elders, and they summoned my wife b—” “So, has she put everything back the way it was?” “Look, that money is no longer yours. I believe it is best you remind yourself and your son of that.” “Come on, Lucian. It is the pack’s money. You cannot keep all of it for yourself. I am part of this pack too.”

I hid all the sad and worried faces I could have and put up a smiling face. "I'm sorry you had to go through all of that. From when your father died to when you got kidnapped, all thanks to your husband." His eyes were staring at me; probably he was expecting me to say something. "Yeah, I'm fine now. But how...how did you get to know all of that?" Now, I was the one giving a suspicious look. Uncle Josiah laughed softly as he walked closer to me. "Your aunties may be so busy with the kitchen and their daily work. But I will always keep an eye on you; your father left us a responsibility we are going to uphold." He cupped my cheeks and smiled.

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' Nneoma listened raptly, her eyebrows furrowed. 'On another occasion,' Mrs. Dike continued. Gideon received a big remuneration from his office. He was so happy that he decided to throw a party for all his African friends. He said his wife was absent then. He bought a very large quantity of okporoko and anu ewu. He wanted to make a pot of rich pepper soup for them. The whole stuff was on the fire, simmering and African music booming in the air. After a short while, as if someone had hinted her, his wife arrived like an unwanted ghost. When she saw all his African friends, she nearly went mad with rage. She raved and raved. 'Who the hell gave you the guts to come here?' She had screamed at Gi

May counted to know that they were six children and were exactly the ones on the portrait with Ebiere. "Uncle welcome." greeted one. "Uncle, what did you buy for us?" asked another. "Please give us your phone uncle, we want to play game with it." "Uncle Iby, please dash us money." "Yes!" they all chorused. Iby chuckled, brought out some folded naira notes from his pocket and shared it amongst them. "Hope we are good now?" He asked them. "Yes!" they shouted simultaneously.

I punched the bridge of my nose and rubbed my temples, telling the stress that had chained me to release me from it's shackles. Jade's turn and she told a story that had already been written by some author known as Godwin Hosanna Aga. The book was named in the deep and it was about some girl named Hephzibah and it was pretty interesting and scary the way my baby sister had told it with a touch light under her chin, illuminating her face and weird canines. "And that is, in the deep!" Jade screamed, stomping her feet on the floor and howling like a wolf.

It always Amazed me how my father despite all his power would humble himself before the Lord as we all honour his birth while I follow his footsteps. Now that he is gone I still try to live up to his standard since I'm his only child and the true heir of Mapanda. I wonder how it would be like here in Canada. I know it would be a lot different form what I used to know as a child but I just hope it won't be too different. Looking at the note Ethan gave to me I smile to myself thinking what could he really wanted to tell me. While still in that thought I messaged him. Me: hi Ethan it's uwana finally read your note. Thanks for thinking I am special.... Your not to bad yourself😊

Not edited. Seven months pregnant but they didn't let Nana rest. At first, they are treating her like and egg but now, they could careless about what she's carrying, they have enough children around the house to care about her own. Today, they asked her to take a bucket and fetch water at the neighbourhood where some men that serve their NYSC in Zaria live. The men alone have borehole because all around the place, it's only their home that have light, borehole and it's the finest house all around.

"Well that's how it feels when you smoke and I complain." We both left the house and went into town. It was on a Friday, three days had passed since I last saw Lokun. I couldn't go to school because I thought running into him would make me scream or faint again, I felt sick after what he showed me, I kept feeling queasy, and I was vomiting for two days. Everything I once heard my uncle describe to my mom he felt after he ran into a Yemoja at the beach a long time ago. Of course, everybody thought uncle Ade was full of shit. He was an irresponsible drunk with at least four wives, more than a dozen children, and even more bastards. He was funny but that was his sole importance to anyone. When