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Iya Fatima was the person speaking.
" good morning abi na afternoon every body" iya Fatima said, it is still morning the Care taker replied its still 11:58.


"my main reason for waiting to attend this meeting is to say what has been bothering all of us as members of this compound and neighbours." she looked around as if to get permission to continue.

go ahead shouted papa idowo.

"thank you sir, I will not like to beat about the bush but go straight to the point", iya fatima paused.

"care taker, my children future is under severe threat as this compound is no more safe for the moral upbringing of my children".

go ahead iya Fatima the care taker said a bit uneasily. "what is the problem'?

"caretaker my fellow neighbours, I can not raise my children in the same compound with a prostitute".

every one began to murmur except for mother.

I rushed to the window opened it and saw them,all my neighbours. papa Idowo, sitting on a block without his shirt on. aunty Vivian, was sitting at her door step. mummy faith, resting her back on her husband's bike. uncle pepper and his girlfriend. Mr Johnson, mama idowo, iya Fatima and mother.

that wasn't the only scenario I had witnessed, I could clearly remember last year a compound meeting was held.

when, it was time for the meeting, my mother asked me to stay in the room and eat my food, she even gave me her phone to play games with.

I was a bit sad because kids where allowed to be at the meeting if they are quiet and won't disturb.
I played game for a while and became tired, I was a bit bored and decided to see what was happening as I could hear voices.

I laid on the bed, shut my eyes tightly. I have heard it countless times that my mum is a prostitute, an o.losho as papa idowo call her.

i have always tried not believe them because I remembered vividly, when I was about age eight, I was playing with Uzoma,Razak,tony and faith on the sand when i saw faith's mother coming . I saw the expression of her mother when she saw me because I greeted her and the was no response.

she dragged faith by pulling her ears.
"faith, haven't i warned you to stop mingling with Sara? do you want to be a prostitute?. I will tell you father and he will punish you accordingly".

"make I call sergeant Abu, even though as.ha..wo no be legal work, no person get the right to fu.c.k you no be one o, seven people people".. she nodded her head and brought out kola nut from her bag and began to nip on it.

"if I been the plateau state, na to reach lantang , I give Ibrahim three days, she demonstrated by raising three of her bleached fingers. either e thin small like pikin own, or e go big pass him two legs join together.

"why ABu no the pick e call na". she asked not looking up.

"make I call sergeant Abu, even though as.ha..wo no be legal work, no person get the right to fu.c.k you no be one o, seven people people".. she nodded her head and brought out kola nut from her bag and began to nip on it.

"if I been the plateau state, na to reach lantang , I give Ibrahim three days, she demonstrated by raising three of her bleached fingers. either e thin small like pikin own, or e go big pass him two legs join together.

"why ABu no the pick e call na. she asked without looking up.

I must have slept for a number of minutes because I was woken by the voice of Maggie.
least, I forget Maggie is the only friend my mother have.

"Mama, e don do. na God go punish Ibrahim and him boys them she said exhaustingly. you know say say me i know the follow customer comot, if them no fit enjoy my to.to inside Babylon(name of the brothel), make them carry their money go fu.c.k another person".
Maggie brought out her battered phone, removed her sim and inserted another one she was visibly angry.


my mothers legs where still apart on the stool.
"maggie, i know say u dey vex for me, because you don been warn me but abeg understand, ibrahim say him go give me five thousand naira, you know how market dey na?. I reason say I go use the money pay baby school fee".

my mum winced in pain and continued
"abeg if you no get customer make you come, try buy painkiller for me".

then her phone went off she muttered to herself. she placed her leg on the stool,raised her mini skirt and pointed her phone light towards her private region.

I shut my eyes tightly, I felt I wasn't right to watch her doing that.

I laid on the bed, covered in the blanket and wide-eye. I wasn't feeling sleepy.

my mother phone rang. I hate the sound of that phone, i don't know if I hate the phone or the ringtone more. I wished I had money to get my mum a better phone so she wouldn't have to use rubber band to bind the battery to the phone.

i heard my mother talking but her voice was too low to understand what she was saying.

I peered through my blanket and I saw my mum looking towards the direction of her box. I lowered the blanket and I could hear clearer.

"maggie, I for die o. na God save me. imagine say six of them climb me one by one"_

mummy entered and sat on the bench in the room with her legs apart. she looked at me for a while and asked if I have eaten, I nodded my head. I could see she was visibly tired and I wished I could hug her.

I sat down close to her, playing with my hair, I was a bit happy she was around, how I wished she would stay with me always. she called me softly and asked I go Back to sleep.

I moved slowly and laid down on the bed, I wasn't feeling sleepy.
"baby cover yourself if you dont want those mosquitoes to feed on you"she said a bit louder.

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my name is Sara. I'm presently thirteen
years old, I look a bit too small for my age but to matured and experienced for a little teenager.

I'm going to tell you a bit about myself, so you get an idea of the kind of person I am. I'm not like every other other thirteen year old girl you see around, I am different,totally different and a bit weird.

first and foremost, I don't have a father, before you start thinking me of being born through some immaculate conception like Jesus, I was a product of an affair but I have never seen my father, I don't know him and my mom doest know him either.

I don't have a sibling, I am the only child. it is past eight pm, my mom is not around and I am alone in the house.. I don't know if this qualifies to be called a house, according to what I saw in my social studies text book a house got so many rooms. but this is just a room.

something happened today, mummy didn't go to work yesterday (she works at night). she was groaning all through the night, I knew she was in pain the moment she walked in.

I was deeply asleep, when I heard her knock, I know she was the one because of her signature way of knocking; pum pum pu pu pum. when she entered, I could see that her face was swollen,her face was plain and her crop top was rumbled.