Fifty - eight : Freedom

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  The strange woman was clothed in white apparel and she glowed. Her face couldn’t be seen , but she had this angelic voice that could pierce the heart of a demon to turn good . Her hair was golden and long reaching  down her waist. Ngozi couldn’t understand what she was saying and needed more explanation.    Ngozi got into her mother’s room after she had gone to meet her in her room, she sat on the couch in her mother’s room. And then the conversation ensued thus; MRS NNENNA : My daughter! , What brings you to my room this early morning?  Hope you slept well ? MRS NNENNA: ( Laughs), Mum one question at a time . Well… I had a good rest, but this early morning I got woken up by Dele, ( She didn’t want to Mention him as her boyfriend because she knew how her mother would flip ).  MRS N

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