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    Ayanfemi
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    Hello guy’s! Believe u re cool.
    Here comes a new story. I need u guys supports n encouragement, though am not a good writer but take it as it comes.
    It’s a true life story with some fictions.
    Happy reading


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    Ayanfemi
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    EPISODE ONE

    “No you can’t! Leave her, she is staying with me.
    I just can’t allow you kill her just like u did to her mother” my agonizing grandma lamented. “But ma, this girl has been with me and in my care as young as she was 3yrs of age. She is my daughter for crying out loud, I didn’t kill her mother, I didn’t kill my wife for heaven sake” my step dad relied.
    I just sat calmly by the corner of the room and watch both of them as they both argue who was going to be my Guardian, life seems so unfair to me at the moment. I couldn’t get my mind off it as I reminisce on the death of
    my mother. She died at a prime age after suffering from an illness diagnosed by doctors called oedema (a kidney disease).
    The wails, tears, lamentations, Comments from those by the grave side kept on playing In my memory,. I couldn’t help but bursted into tears, and left the room while the argument and much debate kept going between my step dad n my grandmother. After a tough argument, my step dad decide to leave me with me grandma to be guardian.

    Oops, I haven’t introduced my father.
    As at that period, I never got to know my father, just knew him by his name and by pictures. But before the demise of my mother, she told me my pregnancy was barely 2months when my dad travelled out of the country to England . When she put to bed, he messaged him and my dad sent few of his families to partake in the christening of the child and as well sent few baby items.
    He promised as well to come down and check on her and the baby and as well make arrangements on how to go with us as well, only of a sudden she 3lost contact with him.
    While I was 1yr 3months,.y mother received a parcel which contains a picture of my dad and a pregnant woman which was obvious it was his wife.
    My mum according to her said she tried every means to reach him but Was futile and then she had to move on with her life.
    My name is Grace.

    After few months of my stay with grandma, she was retired from work as she has already reached the stage of retirement. She worked at Nigeria Airways, even many people were retired then cos it was the period the Airways was sold off.
    My grandma then decides to relocate to Ibandan were her husband stays, what choice do I av, I av to go with her.

    On our arrival at Ibadan, my life took a new form, it took a new dimension, a change I av never thought for, a stage I ve never passed through in my life.
    Will ibadan change my life positively or otherwise?
    Let’s find out.

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    oops

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    first to comment…..???
    lets see Hw de drama unfolds…..

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    Ok na..I still dey

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    Another family drama… Kontinu miss.

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    Onahsunday631[S€€k€R]
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    Ok..seated

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    EPISODE TWO

    My grandpa has two wives, my grandma was the first while the other was the second. She was married cos my grandma was unable to conceive early this was as a result of a propitation (sacrifice) she carried out on behalf of my grandpa while they were both youths.
    The second wife had 7 children while my mum had 2children, my mum was my grandma’s first born and 4th born to my grandpa.
    Hmmmph! Life is just so unfair.
    My grandpa treats us the way we never imagine he could, he neglects us, reject us and even despise us. His attention was all focused on a woman who lives down the street, the woman happens to be his mistress (woman friend) and both attend the Same church in the street as well. Seems like the woman got some spiritual backing, for the way my grandpa behaves at the mention of her name or mere hearing anything that pertains to her is far more than the eyes can tell. He acts like she was the god that controls his life.
    We were never cared for, his attention we couldn’t earn his 5 children staying with him even worsen the situation, we started living like a stranger in the house. This left us no option than to cater fo ourselves which was a difficult task as my grandma was yet to receive her gratuity.
    All we neeeed was divine intervention from above.

    Few days later, schools in igbadun resumed a new term. I told my grandma of it, her reaction towards it brought nothing but sadness to my heart, I thought to myself that I couldn’t av told her. As telling her inflicted much pains on her, the look on her face said it all, down and depressed with no help coming forth or no one even looking at our side either we exist or not. But yet, she gave me a warm smile and told me not to worry not, she make move on it.
    The following week, she took me to a govt. Such a bit far from where we stay, the outcome was a mind depressing one. The principal told us the school can no longer get admitt into JSS3 that they v already registered the students for JSSCE exams and that I av to start from JJSS2.
    MY grandma seek my opinion but I told I wasn’t to for the class and she should let’s try other schools.
    Just like a lovely mother she was, she obliged an we tried 3 other schools but their response were the same. Without giving it any second thought I rejected the offer and said I ll wait till they finish the exams and resume another term.
    The ego and pride in me can’t just allow me to mince myself with the jus students as I felt it was an insult on me that I av already passed through the class in a private and we’ll known school before I left my previous City. But my brain wasn’t matured enough to know had it been I accepted the offer, it was going to be an added advantage to me.
    Bla bla bla…. That session was wasted and things became more though in the house as it was either Grace did that or did this. We could hardly afford 2 square meal a day.
    Then my grandma resulted into making pap and moi moi which I ll hawk early morning, sobo and soya drink in the afternoon and a times carry petty wares to parties and events Just to meet up with our needs.
    We could now afford to eat comfortably 2 times daily as the routine was 1-0-1, at times I ld and taken enough sobo or soya milk to my satisfaction in the afternoon or source for garri depends on how my system is.
    My normal routine of hawking continues until one day…. The Unimaginable, an incredible scene happened. Grandma has prepared the pap and moi moi as usual, freshly prepared and had arranged my hawking tray, I sold to some people on my way, but my main target was a construction site where they were like more than 30, so I ll sell that one sharp sharp and probably go home to carry more. As I put down the tray, like five of them surrounds me urging me to sell for them, behold as I opened my cooler, wat I saw makes me scream out my lungs, the other customers as well started saying sorts of rubbish that comes to their vocal cord like…. “Yeeeeeeeerr, haaaaa, wat is this, haaaaa, u people want to kill us, u re such a wicked human o, who carry this thing put for ur head, asiri yin tu(u re exposed) oloriburuku ni won (they are unfortunate being), oya e le osita jare (send her away), make we no see you for here again o na kill we go kill u you if u come again.
    What did I saw that caused all the commotion?

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