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“Pleased to meet you ma'am.” Nneka, went around the living room shaking hands with the four ladies, fake smile across her face. The shock of seeing Tumni and Sarah Abusiudumare had subsided, if she had been an actor, Patience Ozokwo would be paid peanuts compared to her.

“Would you like something to drink?” She offered and they all shook their heads, with an excuse that they just had lunch and they still had water with them.

“Oh, what brings you to my humble home?”

Tumni scratched her head, Sarah patted hers, while the 'celebrities' kept exploring her tiny house with their eyes. The other girl resembled her father, so much but luckily she didn't resemble her, t would be no use to deny her. Nobody seemed to have anything to say. She laid back on the couch and closed her eyes, if they were visiting they could as well watch television, she could do with some sleep too.

“Erm Mrs Montsho, we are sorry to bother you but we are looking for a lady called Nneka Okere.” Sarah coughed up, the funny thing was that they looked as if they didn't recognise her. Especially Sarah who went to school with her.

She jerked up, all for pair of four eyes were on her. “I am Nneka Okere.”
They seemed to breath out then, “Why are you looking for me?”

“Its a life and death matter.”

“Ok, I am all ears.” Nneka hated the tagged #life and deaf news, they were always depressing, well not as depressing as what the Abusiudumare brought to her house. They could have just said it, as it was too obvious.

“Well, its connected to an Igbo maiden that got pregnant for my husband. She was a student at Obafemi Awolowo University back then.”

“And?” A lady had to keep a straight face or everything would blow out of proportion.

“And she disappeared after giving birth, my husband kept track on her though and it has led us to you.”

How interesting, she hissed under her breath. “Do you have a picture of this Nneka Okere?” Tumni shook her head. “A form of Identity maybe?”

“Just her medical records while she was pregnant for my husband.” Tumni Produced some papers, they sure were hers but she was not prepared to just forgive and forget, especially Tumni. She ruined her life and her husband killed Nneka Okere, she left that girl in yorubaland.

“I am sorry but I am not the person your looking for, hold on, let me go and get my hospital cards.” She excused herself and closed the door behind her, as tears blinded her, she wept silently for the girls she never knew, she never got a chance to hold just because of some tribal issues.

She would never accept anything yoruba, she would rather die first than betray her father. Tears hadn't always came easy but she had to let them, cry the bitterness out and close the door.

Her eyes were red as she stepped out of her bedroom, and the curious eyes in her living room were enough torture, she couldn't wait to see them leave.

“Here, as you can see, its my medical card while I was still studying and this one, was after I got married.” The cards she gave them had no records of her being pregnant, at seventeen.

“We are sorry to have bothered you with such a matter, thank you for your time.”

“Its nothing, so this are your girls?”

“Yes, well Taiwo was raised by me and my husband while Kehinde was raised by someone else. Kehinde had just found out about her sister but the hunt for the mother still continues.”

“I hope you find your real mother.” Nneka patted Kenny and Ife at the back, avoiding their gave.

“Thank you ma'am and my greetings to Barbie.” Said Ife.

“Well then, let me see you off.” Nneka got up leading the ladies, the other lady whom she has known all her life, Sarah couldn't keep her eyes off her. Sarah had been a wicked soul, her sister in-law was an angel compared to her.

After they were gone, she drank some wine and made for her bed, finally, the guilt was gone. She had seen her father in Kehinde for the first time, but he wouldn't forgive her if she ever forgive those yorubas. Never!

“Who does laundry on the 1st of January at 11am?” Anele, said sheepishly. Nneka smiled to herself, Anele hated working after a whole night of dancing and talking rubbish with her sisters.

“Your mother obviously.” Nneka replied sorting out the clothes, “but don't worry you will thank me when you have your own house.”

“I am not leaving you alone Mma, so you don't have to teach me all this as you will always be here to do them.”

“Silly girl, start the machine, I need to go and clean my house, since you decided to turn it into a pigsty.”

Nneka took to the living room, the cusions were all over the place, cans of assorted fizzy drinks littered the floor and her glass table was a mess, crumbs of cakes, buscuits and sweets ontop of it. The table was vintage, the first of its kind her husband bought for her before he died.

Taking out a dish cloth from a bowl filled with warm water and handy-Andy she wiped it carefully, reminiscing on the memories she has had with Montsho. She made sure that she left no stain on it and was able to look at her feet under it.

The year seemed to bring something different, her gods were smiling at her she could feel it, with her daughter being top of her class in the whole of Pretoria, and Keddy settling down, it all looked well.

Disposing the trash, Mopping the whole house and tidying up the house seemed to be a huge task, which had never bothered her. The other girls were at Keddy's house, had left early in the morning to help their aunt settle in into her new home in Joburg and would be back in a day or two so she had to do everything all by herself. She had even allowed her lastborn to go, but the girl couldn't leave her mother. At ten she still acted like she was on breast milk.

“Mma!”

“Mma!”

“Anele, how many times should I teach you how to drain water from that machine?” She yelled, dusting the room divider.

“Its not the machine Mma, its Karen Igho and Berverly Osu!” Her daughter sounded excited to see those people, but what did this yorubas want again? Didn't the people at the J.O.A promised her a different presentetive? Didn't they have families to celebrate the festive season with?

“Is the machine done baby?”

“Ewe.”

“Ok, go to aunty Selina's house, tell her I am ready for her.” Selina wasn't even at her house, she was an old client of Nneka and had an appointment with her but later in the evening. Her daughter started protesting.

“But Mma!” She said, lower lip sagging.

“Don't Mma me child, and if she is not home, wait for her.” Nneka hated shouting at her girls but the yorubas just brought the worst in her. She saw her daughter off and sat in the living room waiting for the 'celebrities.'

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“Your father would have been able to explain the whole thing, as for me my dear, I didn't know you were a twin until on Christmas eve.” Mama T, sat on the dressing table chair with her daughter applying make-up.

There had been lots of shared moments to treasure between the two during the week after Christmas. Ife hated herself for ever turning her back on her mother just because her aunt forced her to.

“Its fine Mama, we can't undo the pasts now, he must have had a good reason why he gave Kehinde away.”

Mama T nodded and carried on with her eyelining, Ife was done and checked her phone for a reply from Kenny.

Urm, ok will be there. It was the shortest text Kenny has ever send to her, in other words Kenny didn't sound thrilled to be there. But who would blame her? Ife bit her lower lip, she had caused the rift after all and Kenny had every right to act out of place. The only thing she still couldn't grasp was the possibility that they could be sisters! Twins for that matter? How would they adjust to their new found identity?

She would have to share everything she has equally with her, and Nneka? What if she wasn't their mother? What would happen after confronting her? After 21years? Why did she really leave? Who was she? And her parents? Her mother didn't want to talk about it, she brushed off Ife one too many times concerning the issue, saying that if Nneka Montsho was Nneka Okere then she would tell her daughter everything, till then she couldn't be bothered.

“Ife darling could you please get the door?” Sarah called Ife to answer the door. Whatever Sarah was doing that she couldn't get the door baffled Ife because she had been the first one up and had finished preparing for the journey to Nneka's house hours ago.

“I can't, busy in here. Your free, kindly check it please.” Ife challenged her with a wry grin, her mother cursed under her breath and Ife dashed out of the room like a paper being blown away by spring wind. She got to the door and opened it, her mother and aunt behind her.

“Good afternoon.” Kenny greeted nervously. Ife nodded, taking out the key to lock the door as they stepped outside.

“Mama, aunty Sarah, this is Kenny. Kenny, Mama and aunty Sarah.” She introduced them after locking the door.
Mama T stood awe struck clutching her purse, the girl whom Ife had introduced to them as Kenny was a reflection of the late Okere, it was just awonder to behold.

“Mama!” Ife shrieked irritated. “We need to go.”

“yes, I am sorry. Kehinde right?”

“Yes ma'am.”

“Its nice meeting you.”

“Likewise ma'am.” Kenny smiled shyly as Ife pushed her towards the car.

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Kenny's phone beeped and a facebook message icon was dispayed at the corner of the screen. She wasn't in the mood for facebook and haven't been active for some weeks but she had to check it, it might be important. Femi and his wife had just left for their honeymoon in Dubai and had left the whole apartment all to herself.

After finding out she was adopted and tried searching for her biological mother, Malaika's advice had stopped her from putting her thoughts into action and had crawled back to her parents, apologised and after a family meeting everything went back to normal. Her brother's wedding was scheduled for christmas day and it was one of the best weddings she had attended in her life, him being Boko Harram didn't stop but they were siblings and siblings fight a lot.

Happy new year Madam Abayomi.

My mother is around and she has requested to see you, would you be able to come through for lunch? Say 12noon? The message was from Ife, the girl has been ignoring her since forever. It has actually been three months, what was so important about her mother that she needed to see?

Urm, ok will be there. Clicking reply she send the message, there was a lot to talk about and exchanging facebook messages wasn't just ideal for her.

The luminus wall clock told her it was 9:30am, she had a lot of time to prepare, she got up and trudged to the kitchen to turn on the geyser, and prepared breakfast.

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Rap maestro: hmmm? gud a.m yall

that's more like it sonny

Sebonzakure the mag looks guyish....it doesn't have that feminine vava voom

But nice one dear, I like.

Centje, howdy

Rap maestro: for your mynd...

say good morning joor, its bad manners not to greet

princesa: yeah it was, till you decided to invite them! Now to get me wrong...am one that loves to company, but poetry required so so much concentration

anyways, goodmorning everyone! Hope church is topmost in ur minds? Happy Sunday!

happy sundai Princesa

firestar: Bonjour a toutes...
Hmm!

Hello sweety

[quote author=Larry-Sun]Good Morning, Peeps. Happy Sunday.[/quote]*jumps off from the bed singing 'mighty God'*

Larry is that you?

'Oh happy day.... '

#looks around, them guys sleeping....yikes#

Wake up yall, its time for church o.

@ Obi, what's there to explain to tovot? don't make me regret my decisions for agreeing to be your wife. Do not try me....