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syluck:
PS; There are tones of Igbo, Nigerian Pidgin and a bit of Ibibio I used, I tried so much to subtitle them into English and I did. But when you come across those that are not subtitled and you don't understand, please get a person to translate them for you. Thank you.

Also my Igbo and Ibibio writing skills are not perfect, so please be lenient.
Hey am in love with the story already especially your protagonist, lolzzzzz it's a nice work

With that said, I hope you enjoy this of work.

syluck:
Dedicated to Deborah98 for being my first commenter despite no actual post.

CHAPTER 1

THAT FRIDAY!

A voice echoed in my room. Distant but suddenly closer. A name was being called upon. The name sounded familiar like it was mine. But I was uncertain. The voice echoed again banging through the four walls. Then I was certain I heard a name. It wasn't a name that sounded familiar anymore. It was my name. I couldn’t understand why my name was being called. The voice sounded so soft but hoarse. Whoever was the caller was nowhere a reputable person at that moment. The owner of the voice must be an aggressive person with no fear of God as Nne would say.

“Wake up now! It's 8:30am and you’re still on your bed.” I heard the person scream.

The voice was now clearer. Nne. But why would she be screaming my name? Did I offend anyone and even if I did, how did she barge into my room without knocking. Wait, I thought I locked my room before sleeping the previous night? I didn’t. I was caught up with the movie I was so engrossed with before sleeping off. And again, why would she be waking me up now when I’m having a beautiful dream? Just why? Just when I’m having a good time with her in my dream world. Gosh! Nne, why?, I thought amidst my drowsy mood.

“Bia, Ebere if you don't wake up now, I’ll ask your junior brother to fetch me cold water and I'll use it to decorate you and your bed this moment,” She said, giving me a spank on my butt.

“Arghh.” I cried, turning around to face Nne who stood akimbo in her purple pyjamas gown and a green wrapper tied around her waist. She had this weird face. “The spank wasn't necessary, Ma” I muttered, with a frown on my face.

“It’s like you are suddenly running insane,” she said. All this while we were using Igbo.

Yes. We used Igbo to communicate. We were raised by our parents in Igbo language. Papa would always complain about parents who use English on their children at home instead of their native languages. He believes that all kids will surely learn English language in school, because of peer groups and the teaching, not at home. We hardly used English, but we still used it.

“Is it me that you’re squeezing your face for?" She asked.

“Mba, Nne.” I quickly replied, not wanting it to escalate to another level of discussion.

“It’s 8:31am now and I don't know why you’re still on your bed. And again, today is Friday, I don’t remember you guys having a break or something, besides Tomi told me yesterday that you guys will be having a presentation by 9:am today” She said, with a stern look after glancing at the wall clock in my room.

Tomi! That boy. How did I come to know that boy in this life? I thought. It was the third time in a week he was snitching on me saying things I don't want him to even though I never obliged him not to. He couldn't just control his mouth.

He had been my childhood friend and my age mate. We were best of friends. We had been in the same nursery school, secondary school and the university level. Interestingly, we were in the same department in the university. He was a dark skin 5’7ft tall with a round face that had a poorly natured goatee. He had these curious eyes that made one wonder if he was actually satisfied with life. He had this slim athletic body with a flat tummy. One would think it was an actual abs. No, it was just hungry six packs. He was the only son of five children. His father was of the Yoruba tribe in Nigeria and from Ibadan state but his mother was an Ibibio lady from Akwa Ibom state still in Nigeria.

“That boy never keeps his mouth shut,” I whispered audibly while taking the coverlet off my body.

“That’s your own business” She said while leaving my room. “Don't forget to get the money from your father,” she added before closing the door.

Which money? I thought, oh! The money I asked him to give me some weeks ago to get a new Beatz headphone. Yippee! I screamed inaudibly. That man has finally come to his senses. I thought. Not that he was insane or something, just that he made promises but fails to keep it until he's being reminded.

My name is Kingston Chidiebere Nwankwo. 5'9ft tall, light skinned with a beautiful dentition. I had a perfect body with hairs on my chest and tummy. My tummy bulges anytime I eat or drink and stays flat whenever I don't eat or drink. My long athletic legs and laps were so blessed with hairs that looked like furs. I was as well called a 'bush man' sometimes because of the amount of hairs I had on my body. I had this squared face with a moustache and beard. I often get mistaken for someone in their mid and late 20's because of my beard. I had a magenta lips that got most girls jealous and above all I was good looking with a low cut hairstyle and hairline that's great thanks to Nne's wonderful hairline.