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Written by Mohbaby…

*It was a hectic journey from Ilorin to Lagos. I stepped down from the cab I boarded at the garage. After getting my stuffs down from the trunk of the car, I paid the driver the agreed pay. It was already past nine and it was dangerous standing alone in the middle of the road. I was the only one that alighted at Bergar, others were going to drop somewhere known to them. I was lucky enough to find a cab going to Ogba, where I stayed. Even though the amount he charged me was high, I knew I just had to pay him. It was Lagos and I didn’t expect anything less from Lagos psycho cab drivers.

I was tapped on the shoulder gently, it was the cab driver. He gave me a stern look and I needed no one to tell me I had gotten where I was going and so I reached for my purse and gave him a thousand naira note. I wasn’t expecting any change but was surprised when I heard ‘Sha take it’ A two hundred naira note was smiling brightly at me. I smiled and thanked him. I crossed to the other side of the road and walked to our estate. It really wasn’t far from where I alighted.

I knocked on the gate. It took like forever for someone to open the gate. That someone who happened to be Amanda. She looked and me scornfully and clicked her tongue.

“Spoilt brat, dint they teach you how to greet in the igbo land you came from?” I shot at her and brushed past her. I bet what I said hit her so bad that she hurriedly left the gate without locking it and scurried inside. I heaved a  sigh and went inside.

Words cant express how happy Ademide was when she saw me. She jumped into my arms and stayed there like she was ever destined to be there. She helped me carry my stuffs to her room happily.

“So where is dad and Chinwere?” I asked, stretching my arms. I yawned and looked around her room. it was neat except for some papers littered around her bed. The room was small but could contain two people. A standing far was beside the bed and it had a reading table and stool beside it. It was painted in blue. It looked very simple, that room was actually a store we kept our stuffs until mom died and dad remarried. He asked us to clean the room and move our stuffs there as his new wife’s daughters would be staying in the room we vacated.

‘I miss my room so much’ I said silently. I missed the comfort of the Air conditioner on my skin, the luxurious designs, the in built toilet and bathroom and the ever soft queen sized bed.
“Mofolu!” Middy yelled! She managed to snap me out of my thoughts.

“I have told you not to call me that young lady, Call me Moh!” I chimed back at her. Middy smiled and winked at me. She knew I loved to be called Moh instead of Mofolusho which sounded more like a whole sentence. She only called me Mofolu anytime she wanted to get on my nerves or make me charge at her.

‘And who is that stupid person who dared to insult my children and I?’ I could hear Madam Chinyere screaming aloud even from the passage. It was evident she was coming to our room. I knew I was in for it. She was equally in for the tongue-lashing though, If she wanted it triple, I was ready to give it to her in different styles.

To Be Continued…

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