"Look! Trishia or whatever you call yourself, I want my family back! I want my child, Laraba! and my wife, Zainab!" The voice said angrily. I quickly ended the call. I could perceive my parents eyes peeping through the car mirror, checking out on my countenance. I kept quiet reflecting on the outcome of the baby's demise. I'm sure by now, that was the main concern on everyone's mind. We eventually got home. Sluggishly, I laid my head on the couch, closed my eyes and slept off. .
THE PRESIDENT'S WIFE...Created by E PLUS The Storyteller ✍🏾
THE PRESIDENT'S SON (Part 1) Created by E PLUS The Storyteller ✍🏾 "Make una run ooo....dem dun dey come eh!" A sudden outcry filled the atmosphere, and there was pandemonium in the entire market square. It was only a matter of seconds that all the traders had fled. A group of aggravated youths appeared in the market square with placards, while chanting. "We no go gree o! We no go gree! Give us our right, we no gree!" The chant persisted as each of the youths began to destroy stalls and wares while turning tables and chairs, upside down. ________________ Somewhere in the state house were frantic calls almost bursting through the air. The Chairman of Kolobri community, Warebi, quickly picked up the phone and answered. "Good morning Mr. President," "Good morning Honourable Warebi, what's going on with your community? I thought we already set...
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