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Her mother sighed, wondered how to start this story that left distaste in one's mouth. "Do you know B.B Bakura?" Their faces changed at the supposedly unrelated question the old lady asked. "Have you no eyes?" She asked harshly in Hausa making the recipients of her words flinch. They had eyes, they just had never put that kind of two and two together. "Can you not see that nose Labeebah is carrying around is a replica of that Kanuri boy B.B Bakura?" Labeebah's aunt blinked over and over like a doll, wondering how her sister ever even entangled herself with the current Vice President.

A fickle of surprise passed by her eyes before she smirked. "See this girl o" She turned to say to her friends while laughing "Na me she dey talk to like that?" (Pidgin English translation: Is it me she's talking to like that?" "No na it's can't be you na, unless she no dey well for head" was Hadiza's response. (No it can't be you, unless she's not well in the head) "Abi" Runke added. "Anyways forget about that sef. The main reason I'm here is to warn you to stop talking to Dili" Adaeze growled out.

"Don't waste your time James. I am not here to die. I only followed you here because you are unfamiliar with Igboland. I didn't come here to put my life at risk. As you can see, I have a beautiful wife and and three young children who are still growing up. I already lost a wife, it will be bad if my children find out that their father died trying to destroy the gods that their ancestors worshipped. It will be too bad James. Count me out of your plans. Stick with Umuise. They don't have a chief priest who would challenge you. They are simple faithful worshippers of their gods. Every man and his own shrine." James grabbed the book he was reading and flipped the pages quickly. Then he turned to

Find Nneka and Nwakaego and get the necklace from them! Blackwheel turned as soon as he remembered the path that led to Nneka's hut. When he got to the compound, he stopped and asked a young girl in distinct Igbo if she knew where Nneka's hut was. The young girl said he was standing in front of her compound. Blackwheel sighed as he felt relieved that he had finally found the hut of his daughter. Slowly, he walked towards a hut that looked like what he had entered the previous day. He knocked. The door opened and Nneka told him to come inside.

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“Your niece is fast. Think she beat me next time.” Chino laughed low. “She go beat you. She get Yoruba stubbornness from her uncle.” Liam sat beside him, shoulder to shoulder. Nkem ran up, ball under arm. “Uncle Chino! Uncle Liam say you used to play football in Lagos. True?” Chino looked at her—bright eyes, Adanna’s smile, no fear in them. “True. But I no good like your Uncle Wale.” “Who’s Uncle Wale?”

It explained why he hadn't noticed me yet. This wasn’t the man from last night. This wasn’t the one who told me I was alive because he allowed it. This was something else. He looked dangerous but I think I know Dante, he can't be as bad as he looks. I exhaled sharply and stepped back. This was exactly what I wasn’t going to do. I was not going to stand here and stare at…. “At my uncle,” I muttered under my breath. It all felt wrong. It had always been a title more than anything real. I think I called him that out of respect, distance, or maybe boundary. I was starting to realize didn’t feel as solid as it should.