Day 1: Abeni's hands shook with rage as she selected her father's number. The phone only rang once before he picked up.
"Abeni...my--" he started weakly.
"Don't," she snapped. "You've ruined my life. How could you do this again?"
"Jọwọ ye mi," he pleaded in Yoruba. {Please understand me}
Abeni gave a bitter laugh. "So you borrowed money claiming it was for a business? We both know that business failed over 10 years ago. You took that money and gambled it away, didn't you?"
Her father was silent.
"I thought so," Abeni said, disgust
Tears filling her voice. "And now your mess has come to my doorstep. They threatened me, Baba!"
"I'm so sorry," he said desperately. "Let me explain..."
But Abeni had heard enough empty apologies over the years. "Your sorry doesn't do anything to fix thi
