I won't say that, I wasn't expecting it. Uncle Obi had never been a good boy. I knew that, all that mattered to him were his personal profits. He never cared about us. He never cared about mum. Our survival had never been his concern. All he wanted was the house. Doesn't that sound dumb? I mean, where would we stay? On the streets? In the bush? No, I want to know!
My eyes were getting redder and my heart was already beating fast. All I needed from mum at that moment was a 'go ahead' and one of his Cigarette-stained teeth would bounce on the floor. Jason had been a weak bred. He was the brain box of the family, but that same box that had brains lacked strength. Jason and Stella were almost in tears. I was the only man there.
“My husband, please, are you...