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Though she Verbally abused me she never hit me once since My Uncle never allowed it but Once My Uncle Onyeka passed away hell was let loose on me. With time things became very difficult as they were not very rich to begin with. Aunty Yetunde has always been a housewife and she hates to think about working talk more of actually Working. Once things became too difficult, I was married off to one of Lagos most wealthiest and eligible bachelor, Damilayo Christian Adelaide. The only son of The Adelaide family who was twenty at that time and had just graduated from one of the prestigious schools overseas and came back to Nigeria to Claim his legacy.

Joe suggested. "What for, Uncle?" Clara was surprised. "You already know all my family members; I also want you to know what my job is!" Joe showed his seriousness to Clara. "Uncle is a CEO!" Clara said. "What's that?" "The title of a novel I want to write, of course, it will have a happy ending because Uncle Joe and Clara will live happily ever after!" Clara answered casually. "Go to sleep! What, do you want me to seduce you?" Joe joked, his smile adorning his lips. Clara always made him happy with her simple jokes.

I walked and sat in the middle of my parents while my uncle opened the floor. "Ékààró óó gbógbó ílé, órúkó mí ní Zacheaus Dare, mó dé kí yín. It's amazing to have with us, our oyimbo people who have come to ask for the hand of our daughter in marriage." He welcomed us in Yoruba and I looked to see Ethan wearing a white laced agbada. He looked amazing. I turned my gaze to his parents feeling bad that my uncle was speaking in Yoruba but they had amused faces on, besides we had a translator. (Good morning everyone, my name is Zacheaus Dare and I greet a of you) "Éyín àrà Dare, sé mà gbà fún wàn, tàbí é ní gbà" ( Dare family, do you accept them or do you not)

Bashir Uncle said "I thought have told you to stop saying that Idi or I can no longer talk to you" Uncle B the elder one said "Hajiya don't mind him, you know him to always have problem with the less privileged" Uncle B said before they ate and left "Bashir come here" Amma said immediately they left "don't worry son you know how Idi is. He don't like people that don't have,which I don't know what they have done to him. But worry not I won't allow him to discourag your father" Amma tried to talk to Bashir because he looks heart broken. Bashir knowing fully well what his uncle is cabale of doing. He just don't know why problems always arise from father's side especially father's brothers calle

Cause I have to keep this up till I get what I want. I head out of the house towards my car and that is when I bump into Adamu. Lisa's talker Hausa gateman who for some reason looks Igbo. "Ah!! Oga sir! Good morning fah! How your night? " He begins as soon as he sights me. (Boss, good morning! How was your night. Ah' and 'fah' are exclamations){Pidgin} "Erm, Adamu, how far you now?" I greet.

TRENTON Everything happened too fast and too slow at the same time. Eudora walked up the path, her smile bright while I stood frozen at the spot, my brain moving with the speed of a freight train but still unable to recollect my thoughts. Stellan turned toward her, the manila envelope still in his hand, and the creepy smile he had on his face scared even me. "Get inside," I said to Bronwyn without looking away from Stellan. "Now."

He was really trying to avoid eye contact. "Guy no dey call me mumu na. Yarinyan no dey here na." (Guy, do not call me a fool. Aisha isn't here.) Tamuno said. He had given Aisha a nickname, "yarinyan" meaning girl in Hausa where Aisha is from. We all went to sit with them. "Jazzjo, How far na?" (Jasmine and Joan how are you?) That was how he referred to I and Jasmine.

"Now, I see where the problem is coming from." "What problem?" I asked the old man. "Are you not an Igbo man?" "Yes I am an Igbo man so is my uncle." "Wonderful!" The old man said and grabbed another piece of kola nut. He chewed slowly. "Bisi is a Yoruba name. It means the girl you want your uncle to marry is a Yoruba woman." "Yes! She is a Yoruba woman. Is there something wrong with that?"

He laughed, "I am. My great grandfather is from Gombe, he moved to Lagos and he married a Yoruba woman as second wife, she gave birth to my grandfather who also married a Yoruba woman. My mom is Yoruba too so you can say I'm half Hausa and half Yoruba." "Can you speak Hausa?" He smiled guiltily, "not really." "Then you're fully a Yoruba man." "I have Hausa blood." He argued. "It's been diluted." "Okay, you win." He said laughing. "You're Hausa right? It's actually obvious." "How? Because I'm too young to be married and the Hausas are known for early marriage." She remembered their first meeting. "Okay I might have been rude to you with that statement and..."

“You’re not that old uncle so don’t try to sell me the youths of today losing their culture and tradition and stuff, I was supposed to be at a party by now thanks to you.” “stop lying kid you don’t even know what a party looks like or what they do in a party,” Okafor teased, the tension of earlier slightly easing off his shoulders, being with his favorite nephew whose name was Aka does that, but he; like all Lagos youths tend to give themselves an alias to sound cool so he wanted to be called by his moniker ‘Hacker’, an altering of his birth name. if he wasn’t a programing prodigy then he was close, and that was why he’d always hang around the boy so that his skill set won’t get him in troub