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The Story Of Us

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Story of three friends follow me and see how life treats them  


       "Hanifa, hanifa" I was sitting in my room, eating, when I heard yaya  calling me i know my brother wouldn't call me like that on normal basis.
    
 

     "Kai what's your problem" my mom asked him

        "My problem? Ask your special daughter here what she did, and you, explain what's the meaning of this" he showed me his phone, his friend sent him the picture because I refuse to go to the club with him.

     "Yaya I can explain wolllah"

      "Explain what? What will you explain, the fact that you were having fun with my friend, I get it , no need" 


        "Wolllah yaya he framed me, he even threatened me that if I don't follow him to the club but I refused,i know my limits ai, banje islamiyya a banza ba ai, Kuma mama bata min tarbiyan banza ba, so stop accusing me please, it will be better if you go and ask him if what am telling is the truth, never mind I know he won't speak the truth, but when the truth comes out we shall see" I left them stand with wide eyes and open mouth, I know I don't use to talk back at my parents but I couldn't help it, I have defend myself.All Rights Reserved

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