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HER BLOOD ON MY HANDS [Chapter One Continued...]
“My brother, we still dey look ooooo”, was my answer.
Look? Look for what? I didn’t even know how I had managed to fetch such a dumb lie.
I was just a fresher at the Prestigious University Of Nigeria Nsukka, then. Dad is gone, how would I continue?
In his bid to keep her fresh, dad had confined mum in house wifery. Where do we start from?
As we were still sitting pondering on which way to go next, we heard a heavy knock on the door. Stella checked, it was Uncle Obi. Even before she had opened the door for him, his pot belly was already...