WHAT WENT WRONG.

WHAT WENT WRONG.

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Somewhere in Nigeria,lives a lovely family of four,a lovely couple Mr and Mrs victor imariagbe and their two children uyiosa ( the eldest ) and osavie( the last born). the family was filled with love ,peace and tranquillity in fact neighbours envy them,things were going smoothly for them, until a certain day came by Mr victors father came visiting and left for the village that same day with an angry mood ,after his visitation the couple were not as lovely as before gradually everyday things were getting weird the kids could sense trouble looming in the cold night cool breeze blew in the room was a faint light the house of love was on fire "boom " they are fighting again "oga stop " " you wan kill this woman" were words from neighbours separating fight the children been unaware of what led to the fight were weeping bitterly and shouting daddy please stop .their father drove them to their room and shut the door behind them the next morning the children went to the living room for prayers as it is the normal family routine but to their dismay their mom was outside in the cold and their father still angry barked at them to get prepared fro school . on and on it went by days grown into weeks and weeks into months still no sign of peace it has now dammed on the children that the reason for the countless conflict and fights is because of no male child? it sounds funny to the kids we are children too haven't we special they thought to themselves but oops' not to a traditional African man . Mr victor became a chronic womanizer and wife beater overnight guess what he succeeded in sending the children's mother away bringing home a step mother was tough on the children something drastic happened Watch out for Part 2 coming up soon written by precious uyiosa imariagbe watsapp number:08159584328 ( my experience growing up)
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