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They would come every year, arriving suddenly at our home with their chatter in a language I struggled to greet in. My late father’s two sisters came with gifts of oranges as if the fruits could absorb the jolt of their arrival and act as succour. 1,461 more words



To think Uche was not amused was an understatement.

“What came over you?!” he asked again, not understanding the stupidity inspiring fascination his friend had with the slaver princess. 2,207 more words