You tried to show her how you felt about her. As she laughed at your dope punchlines and wordpuns, you thought you were winning her heart. But then she said, "Uncle, I see you like a brother from another mother". You nearly fainted from the shock but you managed to hold on to a nearby pole.

As you walked home, you felt like a cheif that was relieved of his cheiftancy title. You blamed yourself for wasting those rhymes and punchlines on her when you could go to the studio and do a song that could win you the grammys. Her response, "Uncle, I see you like a brother from another mother", kept playing in your head.

You are 28 and she is 25. You wondered if you are old enough to be her uncle. Then it dawned on you that you have sent on exile to the land of the dreaded friendzone. You tried to find a name for this kind of zone. Friendzone? Familyzone? Just then a message alert came up on your phone. It read, "Dear customer, to migrate to the MTN Family and Friends..." you nearly smashed the device on the tarred road.

On approaching your street, a tiny voice greeted you, "Good evening, Uncle!", you turned around to see who it was. You saw Yetunde, the dumbest kid you taught at a school in the neighbourhood. "Look here, little devil. Go and meet your uncle in your family house. I am not your uncle", you barked at her.

On getting home, your eyes caught on some lettering written in red paint on the signboard of the church directly opposite to your house. It reads "Zonal headquarters". You legs betrayed your body as you passed out.

You opened your eyes on the hospital bed with an almost exhausted pint of drip fix into your vein. You turned your head to the right, you saw a rose flower and a complimentary card on the cabinet near your bed. Turning to the left, you saw her. "Happy Valentine's day, bro!", she said.

Bro Tobi wey that your sister wey una dey like talk together

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