CLICK HERE TO READ EPISODE 1 It was no surprise that mummy was in front of the house waiting for me! This Yoruba woman won’t let me be. I noticed she was crying, ‘what is wrong now?’ I thought to myself. If I ask her what’s wrong she would give me an epistle this night and all I wanted was to keep fantasizing about my Kola, if I didn’t she would say I was a spoilt child. So I sat beside her, hugged her and asked ‘what is wrong with you, mummy?’ She began wailing. ‘ na who send me ?’ I thought to myself. After appealing to her to stop crying she wiped her tears and I was not surprised with what she said next. ‘You will not put me to shame. My God would save me. How would you be comfortable buying your friend’s aso ebi when you don’t even have a boyfriend? Your siblings didn’t give me this stress, why do you want to kill me? Are you not tired? Don’t you want to have your own home?’ On a normal day I would just laugh it off but I was tired. I have said I wanted to leave the hou
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