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A preacher's kid leaves her religious and eccentric parents to experience life at her PPA- Place of Primary Assignment in another region. #2 in internationalwomensday. 20/4/23 #2 in Writeathon. 20/4/23 #1 in mood swing 20/4/23 Noteworthy... I included some vernacular to spice it up. My beloved pidgin English and Nigerian languages will be used here. I will translate it into English in a bracket beside the word. I will update my work whenever there are more spicy terms. Guide: Aboki means friend in the Hausa language. I dey come means I am coming in Nigerian pidgin I do finish means I am through or I have finished. Dey look where you dey goes o girl means watch where you are going, girl. No vex means do not be angry or do not be offended. Trigger warning: matured content
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