That Lonely Black Boi
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  • Reads 3,087
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  • Parts 41
  • Time 6h 12m
Complete, First published Aug 22, 2023
||The ultimate guide to mastering the art of loneliness||

Atlanta wasn't the roadblock; it was infact the commencement of an entirely new chapter in his life.

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Imran, a Muslim Nigerian nerd, finds his life taking a humorous turn when his mother relocates the family to Atlanta to join her new husband.

Amidst the Southern accents and sweet tea, Imran becomes the new, eccentric Muslim kid at school. From explaining his faith in show-and-tell to navigating school bullies, his journey is a mix of comical and painful adventures. The real comedy unfolds at home, where he must deal with his annoying stepbrother, a prank-loving troublemaker.

In the chaos of suburban Atlanta and domestic challenges, Imran strives to uphold his faith while navigating unexpected friendships and cultural clashes. His quest to find his place in the big city is marked by hilariously awkward moments, even when he feels like: 'That Lonely Black Boi' in class.

[[Word count: 150,000 - 180,000]]
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