25th of December 12:00 pm Walking down the stairs,I could hear a familiar voice calling out my name screaming‘Omolola! ‘Omolola! Help me check the kitchen cabinet for a new pack of magi seasoning and I need it right no’that was my mother Chief Mrs Tade herself AKA Mama Show, always representing at any family event....
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Tale of a teenager: The Omolola’s experience- Prologue…
Pictures flashing through my mind. Flashes of how my clothes were ripped off my body. I could still feel his strong arms hooking me down, covering my mouth in a choke, holding me down all at the same time, keeping my voice from screaming out the cries of my heart. In all this horror, he...
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