Do you think Clara's personality is opposite that of her mom's?
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You can do whatever you want I don't care but don't get into my head. That's insane.❤️🔥🔥
Destiny
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As no man is lucky enough for this love I get for body plenty na to just go share am with dog rest.. Cos like this animal sef don better pass some kan human man behaviour. 😎🖤
Destiny
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Before I felt like there are actually limitations to a goal but that shit ain't true atol. You just have to strive hard and boom. 💪💃
Destiny
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I don't want to learn anything in the hard way again. The ones have learnt am satisfied. 😌👌
Destiny
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I missed then those days I paid attention to myself and things were going out for me smoothly. 💔
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Emmanuel
6 hrs agoChapter 1
The sun rose to the sound of the crickets fading, its yellow lights peeking through the clouds like a mischievous toddler. Clara was not a stranger to the sounds; no, she grew up hearing them on every side of their forest-surrounded house. She gently walked to where her daughter slept; she was sure Mama was already awake, and true to her thoughts, only Phoebe was lying on the bed. She exhaled heavily, relief washing over her so much that she felt tingles on her body.
Her body jolted in shock as she heard a voice behind her. "You worry too much," Mama's soft voice said from behind her. She exhaled heavily as her heart still thumped in her chest. "You scared me, Mama," she complained as she turned, but what she met was Mama's questioning look. "I scared you?" "Yes, Mama, I didn't hear you coming in, and then you spoke and just scared me. And where did you go this early morning that it couldn't wait till it was fully morning, eh, Mama? You know it's not safe."
"I went to relieve myself of feces and urine, that's where I went. Or do you think I have a water closet like you do in every room of that big house of yours in the city?" Mama said as she entered the room, the bed squeaking as she sat on it. Phoebe stirred, and Clara was awoken by the squeaking, but that was it. Her even breathing could be heard again.
"I'll contact an engineer to know what it would cost to install one here. But Mama, it's not like it was my house," she said, referring to the big house Mama mentioned. "If it wasn't your house, whose house was it? Egodiya's house? The last I checked, I'm still living here, and I've never built any house," Mama replied, while opening a little drawer beside her bed, which contained an old-looking Bible, a blue scarf, and some pieces of paper that looked like bulletins.
Clara sighed inwardly, scolding herself for forgetting what she always knew Mama would do next. She could stake her entire money that Mama had prayed before now, but wanted to repeat it because of her. "Egodiya Nwoye will never change," she thought.
What do you think about Mama's personality? Do you think all African mothers are sarcastic? 😅