Zainab, My Love (6)

“So somebody was beating up your sister and you did nothing about it!” My mother snapped when I got home.

My sister was sitting on the elevated floor, sobbing and eyeing me as if I was responsible for the beating she got.

“Beating kwa? I didn’t see anything.” I denied.

“I can see that you have lost your senses, Chike! How can you just stand aside and watch a mad girl beat up your sister?! Are you really my son?”

“Sebi she was forming senior, senior pangolo! Why did she run away?” I mocked.

“Bia Chike, are you sure that you were not exchanged in the hospital, because no son of mine would choose a mad girl over his sister!”

I ignored my mother and sang, “Anytime that I look into her eyes, I see fire in them, fire. If love is a crime then I’m willing to be wanted!” I continued singing as I walked past my mother.

She turned and snapped, “May fire burn that your mouth there!”

Unfazed by her words, I shouted from inside the room, “Fire, burning! Keep the fire burning burning! Fire, burning… Keep the fire burning?!” I danced to my music and added, “Zee love fire is burning in my heart! Kai mama! Na me go marry am, eh-eh, na you go be her in-law, eh-eh!”

“Tufiakwa!” My mother spat. “Anupama!” She hissed and adjusted her wrapper. “We need to invite a pastor to come and cast this demon out of your head!”

No words could get into me. I was too in love to reason with anybody.

To be continued…


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Angela Okoduwa

She's a passionate writer and has written novels on almost every sub-genre, ranging from romance, paronormal, thrillers, science fiction, fantasy , mafia and erotic. She's also a writer of short erotic Nigerian stories which have not only won many hearts but has also inspired and educated many readers worldwide. You can check out her works on Amazon

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  1. This is a very strange love

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