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Bàbá continued, "She hopped in and I drove straight home. Till we got home, she didn't utter a word. When we got home, I entertained her. Then she began to speak, 'You can call me Abebi. I like you and I would love to be your wife.' Knowing fully well she isn't natural human, I agreed but she gave a condition, "On no circumstances must you abuse my fur" I agreed. "Also she warned me never to engage in tedious works again, so I should stop working. She said she wants to start trading. She wants to sell cooked food to be precise. My mother whom I know to be very prone to anger and lousy was the first I informed about Abebi and she agreed never to abuse her fur. "Opposite our building, I prepared space for her. You know rice isn't a common food back then. So, she sells rice and beans. Her food was like no other in the whole community. She wakes up late in the morning, finish the house chores, before she goes to market to get what she want...

Movies gives insights, lies and blurred stories so my thoughts; Until I encountered tales from the parrot's beak itself. It was a sunny day, fortunately the power was on. Alone in the living room, I enjoyed the coolness of the fan blowing with anger. I was watching an entertainment program when I suddenly heard my Dad scream, "What! Báwo ló ṣe ṣẹlẹ̀? Oh my God!" I rushed out from the living room to see what was happening at the corridor where he was meant to be reading. " Daddy mi, kí ló ṣẹlẹ̀? " I asked. He was quiet for some minutes. I could read from his face,something terrible had happened. "I just received a call, my friend, Bolaji has been rushed to Isehin for therapeutic treatment. I was told he had stroke." He said with sympathy. I was shocked with confusion, so I asked, "Why Isehin? Why not some standard hospital here in Lagos?" My dad didn't say a word; he was romancing his forehead with his f...