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    Memoirs of A Repentant Hooker – Episode 18

    Turning my mouth into a sprayer wasn’t enough scattering of the peaceful gathering; my wild appetite for the meal became cold. I couldn’t stare into anyone’s eyes in particular. I was just gazing at emptiness but I could feel Jide’s hand in mine. Mrs. Jones’ voice broke the silence and then it dawned on me that everyone had already dropped their cutleries except for Sade who was biting hard into the chicken laps not really giving a damn about the obvious silence that resulted from her question. ‘Will you drop that chicken or I’d be forced to drop it for you!’ Mrs. Jones said on top of her voice looking…