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   "Mi..racle..." I stuttered.
   "Oh, what's wrong?"He asked a bit confused.
   "Nothing, I just don't want to talk about my spiritual  life right now". I said
    "She wouldn't want to talk about it, abi it's not torera...bad child, miracle biko help me to preach to her, at least that's basically why i brought you here not for any other thing, or did you think I brought him  because he is your crush?" Morire chipped in.

    No! Morire hadn't just said that, is she mad nih?

   "It's fine, Torera, you can always count on me at least I think we are friends now, right? Miracle said ignoring his sister.
   "Hmmmm, yeah". I replied.
    "So, how often do you go to church?" He asked further.

   I couldn't believe miracle was the spiritual kind, he was way cooler than that. Fuck!. He ruined my Heaven and Earth moment Sha. I had always avoided any talk concerning church, God, prayer and Faith, I really wished to be a regular church goer and probably scabosh and chant the way morire usually did in the school's chapel and nothing more.

   "You see, Torera, the journey of being a Christian isn't an easy task, I must say, and you need consistency...but before then, have you been baptised by the holy spirit?"
    "Nibo, does she even know the meaning"Morire said not lifting her head over the cell.
  
   "Mom at the door, open up" the automatic door censor rang out .
   "Thank God". I muttered, something was actually going to divert this conversation for some other time but certainly not now.

    I couldn't thank mom enough for coming just in time to cut us off from our conversations.

    "Mumsy, is around". I said excitedly.

  I wasn't excited because my mom was around, rather because all further conversations are hereby cut off or diverted.
     "Yipee"
    
     "Hey mum"I reached to hug her.
    "Ekasan mummy" morire greeted.

    Did I mention that asides being crazy, morire is an 'oversabi' girl always acting right hereby making me the bad girl.

    "Bawoni, my dear, awon mommy nko?" Mrs oladuni's manly voice ran over the house.
    "Mum would you ignore me, now?"I asked raising a brow.
    "When you wouldn't greet me well". She said as she hugged me and kissed my fore head.
    "Good afternoon ma'am" miracle greeted her, partially prostrating on his feet.
    "Morire's brother?, You both look so alike,morire isn't this your brother miracle, that Torera has a crush on?". My mum said feigning ignorance.
   " Mummmmy!" I yelled
    "He is kuku the one ma". Morire answered.
   "It's nice to meet you ma'am". Miracle said smiling.

   The driver Kabir took mom's luggage to the hallway.

    "Mummy, ekaabo ma". Sekemi greeted her.
    "Sekemi, how far nah, get me something light there"
    "Right away"

    " So, how have you been, the boy that has held my daughter's heart in hostage?"my mom asked miracle sipping a youghurt sekemi had served her.
" I'm very well ma,and how was your trip?"
   "Hmmmm, it went the usual way o, morire what's up with you, awon mommy ati daddy nko?"
   "They are fine o" morire replied acting like Mary Magdalene.
   "Toh". My mum called sensing I was too timid to engage in the discussion. 
    "Yes, mummy". I said gently.

  Did I mention my mum being another version of a weirdo? Well, she is. Imagine her shortening my "once in a life time" name "olatorera" to ordinary "Toh". She comes home unannounced and unexpectedly and acts like all is normal, she was used to paying me off whenever I got angry at her.

   "Have you gotten your friends something to take?"she asked
   "Yes, I have" I replied.
   "Oniro, she didn't offer anything to us o, I was even begging her to atleast give her crush a cup of ordinary water, she didn't answer me". Morire answered.
    "That's gross, Toh"my mom said trying to avoid  my penetrating gaze.
     "Oh, I'm cool ma, Torera don't bother". Miracle said cooly.
    "Biko, bother o, me I'm  starving o"morire cut him in.
    "Screw you!"I said under supressed breath as I stood to get her some small chops sekemi prepared for desert and a bottle of apple drink.

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