Dear reader, I would rather not bore you with what my family looked like, but we could easily be described by a Nigerian as “just there”. Good thing was, I had great parents who indifferently treated us differently but with a common goal. My mum was the bad cop in most cases of misconduct, while my dad was the good cop who talks you to confession. My mum had wonderful words of wisdom, but I think a part of her believed more in the rod. Listening to my dad’s words everyday made them subconsciously stick into my head. Well, the bed was not all rosy, but it was pink at least, until the ailment struck…yea, it got my dad. He was taken everywhere we could get professional help to restore him, but it seemed we needed to pay a higher price for his life as days went by. He was to be flown to India for advanced ...
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