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We stopped at a nearby supermarket along the road to get some snacks and drinks. Mum also got about two wrapped gifts for YAH knows who.

The journey was quite long; about an hour and twenty minutes drive plus the little traffic lights here and there. Thank YAH mum allowed me to play some naija jams as we moved. It would've been a very boring ride.

🎶E don cast, Last last
Na everybody go chop breakfast
Shayo......🎶

Burna boy's 'Last Last' blasted from the speakers as we drove into a very magnificent compound. There were several cars parked in the compound. The two-storey building was so beautiful and big that you might want to take it for a hotel at first sight. The cars, the main building, the fancy hut by the side, the water fountain, the cherub statue.....

Like I don't even know how to describe how magnificent they were!

The soul soothing scent of the flowers filled my nostrills as we walked into the building, mum leading the way like she had lived here before. I marveled as I stared at the beautiful interior decor of the house coupled with the extra designs which made it flawless and graceful.

"Shalom," Mum greeted as we entered the living room.

"Oh my God, Niyer," A beautiful, dark skinned woman gushed walking towards mum and enveloped her in a hug. The woman seemed excited. Her eyes glowed with pride.

"Olivia, it's been a while o." Mum was beaming with smiles after she was released from her hug then she turned to us, "Mawee, Amayah, come say hello."

Arrghhh!! Mum is very fond of calling me my middle name, especially in public and honestly, it could be so embarrassing sometimes.

"Shalom. Good evening ma," I and Racheal greeted.

"Ah ahhh Niyer ije yen kọ dadareso o," She smiled, with her arm across my waist and Amayah's in a partial hug. (Your children have all grown o)

Oh wow! Never knew there were other egwo people in this part of the country. We were a minority group so it usually felt good to see a new face, apart from family, who was also an egwo person.

"Ya diké Mawee now, was he not the one that was crying up and down in the train when we were traveling to Ibadan that year? Gemu e mà juilo wareso." (Look at Mawee now; His beards are already coming out)

I rolled my eyes. See this woman o. My beards that have been trimmed more than fifteen times even though it's just situated at the middle part of my chin.

"Sé mà Yahweh ọ. Bé nde Yahweh" (It's Yahweh o. We thank Yahweh)

"Ahhh welcome o. Please come with me," She said and led the way.

A party was going on at the magnificent lawn behind the house. Several round tables were placed at strategic points with about four chairs about them. The tables were decorated with a white table cloth and bottles of very expensive wine, package fruit juices, bottles of water, other soft drinks as well as two plates of small chops (snacks). The DJ kept giving nice hits to go with the party atmosphere.

The woman who my mum called Olivia, took us straight to where some teenagers were seated, some talking and laughing, some tapping away their phones. I didn't really pay much attention to them. I just continued admiring the place.

"Temi?" The woman called on a guy who had his headset on.

Even as a guy, I couldn't deny that he looked so hot. I started feeling a little under dressed just looking at his outfit. Then talk about his demeanor, I couldn't help but stare like an idiot.

"Temikachiro!" The woman screamed again since he didn't respond to her first call, but it seemed like the music from his headset had already occupied all the space he had to hear sounds. Out of annoyance, she picked one of her shoes and threw it towards his direction.

"Ouch!" He shrieked in pain. The heel of the shoe had connected deliciously with his right arm. He looked up obviously annoyed at the hit after pulling down the headset from his ears to his neck. "Mummy nowww...." He whined, sounding like he wanted to cry.

"Eh ehhh kédi lo majo jami lem no." She warned angrily pointing her middle finger at him. (Don't even call me [my name].)

He just looked on quietly. Of course, he dared not say a word! I chuckled quietly at the hilarious drama before me. How can someone act so much like my mum?

"Oya oya oya bring back my shoe and come here!" She commanded, snapping her fingers at him. He begrudgingly obeyed and came over to where we stood with the shoe in his hand.

Wait a minute...

He suddenly looked so familiar up close. I kept brain storming but I couldn't pick out where exactly I had met him before.

"......and Mawee, make sure they are comfortable." that was the only thing I heard his mother say before she left along with my mum who just made the 'call you' sign as she walked off, blame it on my zoning out.

"Please, you guys should sit down anywhere you like here," he started pointing at the area where the other teens were seated. "Eat anything you want from that table," he pointed at a buffet table behind the seats. "There are drinks in that fridge too as you can see," pointing at a transparent fridge by our right. "Please, make yourselves very comfortable. You can try to mingle with anyone here if you like."

Okay he was sounding a bit rude. Saying nice things in a rude manner.

"As for me, I don't want to know you and you shouldn't want to know me too. Let's be guided please." He ended his rude speech and walked off showing this 'to-hell-modaf*ckers' attitude.

"That boy is damnnnn rude" That was Anayah's voice. I suddenly remembered I had company. "What's he feeling like sef?" The look on her face screamed displeasure.

The next thing she did left me stunned. She shouted to everyone's hearing (or should I say every teen's hearing), using the best English accent I have ever heard her produce.

"It's not my fault that you're depressed. But you shouldn't shove it on other people's faces. Show that you're grown up at least." She frowned and switched back to her normal accent "They say common sense is not common. Carry iron-flattened head dey waka up and down like one stupid, lost guinea pig. Please get a life!"

Everyone suddenly stopped whatever they were doing and looked at fourteen year old Amayah who sounded so mature this time around, then over to the rude guy who was already steaming with anger. Even I couldn't hold it, we all burst into laughter. I laughed so hard that my abdominal muscles started hurting.

I give to her. My sister is filled with surprises.

"Amayah abeg," I pleaded with her. She and the rude dude we're still holding glares as if they couldn't wait to kill each other. "Just calm down abeg. Forget this guy."

I held her by her shoulder, trying to take her away from the scene. She stood still for few seconds, gave the guy one last glare before quietly following me as I lead her to an empty seat at the middle of the teen area. I found a seat in front of her and turned it to face her and sat down, crossing my legs.

"Amayah!" I called her teasingly as she was still frowning. She was not in a good mood.

No answer

"Rach!" I called again, slightly tapping her

"What? Michael what is it?" She screamed, squeezing her face in irritation. Shocked at her outburst, I remained calm for some minutes as I couldn't even remember what I wanted to say.

"Lomé, brother just allow me breathe small cos I can choke somebody to death at this moment." She added after sometime with a calmer voice. (Please)

"M'abena ma. I was just trying to remind you that if they beat you, I won't intervene." I just wanted to avoid trouble as much as possible. (I'm sorry ma)

"So lomé if you're planning to fight somebody, just wait a little let me leave this place..... " (Please)

"Um.... Hello" A soothing, feminine voice filled my ears, interrupting the extravagant warning I was passing over to Amayah. I stared at Amayah's face, searching for answers.

Should I turn or not?

"I'm very sorry for interrupting your conversation like this." The voice came again, this time, a little softer than before. Amayah's face was blank. I had to turn around to get a view of the face of the girl that spoke.

I froze.

The way her lips moved in sync as she spoke......

The way she involuntarily blinked once in a while......

The way her dark chocolate skin glowed even in the evening......

The way her blue gown which brought out her Yah-given curves, fitted her nicely.....

She was definitely Yahweh's masterpiece!

I was brought back to the present when Amayah's hand swiftly connected to the back of my head. She always does that whenever I zone out on people.

And I do that a lot.

"Oh God! Amayah now..." I shot lasers at her smirking face, gently massaging the affected area.

"No dey call my name. Someone will be talking to you and your mind will just be somewhere else." She paused, "Did you even hear anything she said?"

Guilty as charged!

"Umm," I scratched the back of my head

She face palmed giving me one of her death glares.

I turned and faced the beautiful girl, speaking with the last drop of confidence I had "Um.. so...so sorry, did u sayyy anything?"

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Sooo that's a wrap for this chapter.

Who do you think spoke to Michael?

It might not be who you're thinking sha😌😂😂😂😂

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