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    Tari Jake
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    A Girl Like Amanda.

    This is entirely a work of fiction, the place and people mentioned is purely coincidental.

    Written By Jake Sam.

    Episode One.

    Chimamanda “Amanda” Uzoma, a native of Amanuke community in Anambra state, drove into a compound in her toyota fortuner, she parked the car at the middle of the compound seconds after she drove in. She came down and looked around the houses, this was her father’s compound which was left for her after his death, she knew no one would recognize her since it has been almost two decades she stepped foot in the village since her mother took her to the big city when she was five years old after her father died in an accident leaving only a farm land and the compound for her and her mother.

    Now a twenty two years old city girl with high class in the society, she wanted to get away from the city at the moment, it was hard to trace back her father’s house but with the little details she remembered helped in tracking down the compound.

    Looking now at the compound she noticed it was different unlike the way it was seventeen years ago.
    But to her amazement, the compound was quiet, like there was no children or a soul in it, she took a glance at her wrist watch, it was some few minutes past twelve. She looked around once more and noticed there are five buildings in the compound.

    Four building was unlocked as the hallway is clear, she saw some slippers in front of the rooms inside the hallway, the middle building however was locked, it’s a duplex which had old green paints and when she got closer, she noticed the padlock that was used to bolt the door was old and rusty.

    She walked to the car, opened the driver’s door and honked the car. The noise blared round the compound seconds later, she waited for some one to show up but when no one did, she horned again this time a little bit longer.

    “Bia, onye na-eme mkpotu Ali na-akpaghasi ogige adi juu? (Come, who is making that noise, disturbing this quiet compound?) An old woman voice is heard coming out from the previous hallway startling Amanda.

    Though she wasn’t fluent in speaking her dialect but she hears it very much.

    “Nne nne, am sorry for causing the noise.” She apologized immediately seeing the old woman.

    “Onye ka ì bu? (Who are you?)” The old woman asked seeing the beautiful young lady in front of her. “Look mara onye ì ma. (You look familiar.)

    “Mama, my name is Chimamanda Uzoma, the daughter of Ameachi Uzoma. I was taken away by my mother nineteen years ago after my father died.” She explained.

    “Onyenwe m! O gaghi ekwe omume (Oh my lord! It can’t be)” The old woman shouted as she looked at Amanda doubting if she was saying the truth as she sat down on the bench that was outside the hallway.

    “Come here my daughter, you know it has been long and it’s not like am trying to say you are lying but please tell me something that only my grand daughter would know.” The old woman said in English surprising Amanda but was more surprised when she asked the question.
    Nevertheless she was going to prove herself. She kept quiet for a minute, trying to remember anything from her childhood memories, with the woman looking at her suspiciously.
    Suddenly, a date cross her mind, the day she told herself when she was five years old that she was not going to forget.

    Then she said “19th of September 1998, the day my father died. I was with my grandmother when some group of village boys came into the compound and informed us that my dad died in a drastic car accident, I remember crying at the top of my lungs when I heard the news but my grandmother held me to her bosom and said to me ‘Chimamanda, my precious jewel. I am here with you and I will always be here for you.’ there and then I looked at her face and saw she was weeping so I dried my tears with my cloth and hugged her.

    When Amanda had narrated the event to the old woman, she noticed she was crying and when she squat down, the woman hugged her and said “Your back my granddaughter, I thought I won’t see you before I leave this evil world again but I am grateful to God in heaven in making me to be alive to see your beautiful face once more.

    She disengaged from the hug and smile at Amanda, you look so much like your mother now.
    At the mention of her mother, Amanda’s countenance changed, granny seeing it asked about her mother but Amanda was able to shift the topic.

    “Mama, are you alone in this compound?.” She asked.

    “No my jewel, all the kids are in school apart from Ositadinma and Soludo who are watching cartoon in the room,” mama said as she pointed to the room where a noise is heard.

    She nodded and stood up, mama where’s my father’s house, am so tired I need to rest.

    “Look at it there,” mama pointed to the house and Amanda seeing it was the one with a rusty padlock. “It hasn’t been swept for over a year now so my dear, you will have to stay with me me for the mean time, when the children are back from school later today, they will assist you in the room.

    “Thank you very much mama.” She nodded happily. “But mama, my loads are still in the car, let me get them.

    “No need for that my jewel, I told you before that my grand children are in, let me just call them for you. Osita! Soludo!” Mama shouted their names which amazed Amanda, she was close to her seventies yet she is able to shout like a little boy.

    Two boys came out from the room and seeing Amanda, exchanged looks. Ositadinma was the older one, he was 15 years old while Soludo was 6 years old.

    “Granny, i kpọrọ. (Granny, you called.)” Osita responded.

    “Yes my son, this is your aunty, Chimamanda. She is from the city. Please assist her with her load to my room.” Mama said to both of them.

    Soludo who was staring at her, ran to her immediately and hugged her.
    She however was surprised at the soft touch of the little boy round her leg, she lifted him up.

    “How old are you my little friend?”

    “Am eight going to nine.” He responds smiling at her.

    “Aunty, it’s a lie oo, he is just five.” Osita said and soludo frowned and looked at Osita angrily.

    “Biko, ị bụ onye mụrụ m? Ma ọ bụ na ị chọrọ imenye m ihere n’ihu ọmarịcha ihe ịtụnanya. (Please, are you the one that gave birth to me? Or you just want to disgrace me in front of beautiful aunties.)” Soludo asked him and this made Amanda and granny to laugh.

    Osita didn’t say anything else as he walked up to her. “Aunty where is your things.

    “They are in the car,” she said as she pointed to the car.

    Soludo hearing Osita asking about her things, came down from her and followed behind him.

    She followed as well as the trio offload her stuff she came with.

    Twenty minutes later, they were done.
    She thanked them and brought four thousand naira notes and handed them to Osita, but he refused, seeing that Osita was hesitating took the money from her.

    “Lee anya gị, na-ekwu na ị bụ nnukwu nwa nwoke ma ị ga-arịọrịrị m bisiki. (Look at you, claiming big boy but after you will beg me for my biscuits.) He said as he dashed into the house. Osita looking at him then nod his head.

    “Osita, don’t mind his mouth you hear. Your a big boy.” She said trying to subdue her laugh.

    She was obviously surprise that a five years old boy would talk too much.

    Osita nodded and dashed into the room they came out from.

    “Mama, thank you again.” She said to mama.

    “My daughter, why are you thanking me? I am your father’s mother, your grandmother so don’t thank me.”

    She nodded, went into the room she is temporary sharing with mama, then came out with a polythene bag, she squat down and gave them to mama.

    Mama took it and looked at the content and saw a new wrapper inside.

    “My jewel thank you again.” Mama said happily.

    She soon stood up “am going inside to rest this my weak old bones,” she announced.

    Amanda joined her as they both soon slept off.

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    hope Amanda’s mum is not a prostitute. interesting

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    Bedroom Gangster
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    More. Cause my village is very close to your village in awka north anambra state right?

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    Fire on

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    A Girl Like Amanda.

    Written By Jake Sam.

    Episode 2.

    Amanda woke up and saw that mama wasn’t in the room, then she glance at her wrist watch and saw it was thirteen minutes pass four, she sprang up immediately.

    “I can’t believe I slept this long.” She said to herself as she got out of the bed.

    She went to one of her bag and opened the side zip, inserting her hand inside, then she brought out a toothbrush and a toothpaste.

    squeezing the content of the toothpaste on the brush, then she brought out a water bottle from inside the bag.

    Zipped it, then wore her fancy slipper before going out of the room, she heard some rumbling noise and walked out of the hallway.
    Seeing Soludo and Ositadinma and some other children and some adults cleaning her fathers’ house.

    Soludo seeing her, drop a bucket he was carrying and ran to her, she smiled as she saw him approaching.

    “Good evening aunty, your finally awake.” He said beaming with smiles.

    “Yeah, evening. What’s happening?” She asked looking around as she saw some children with brooms sweeping the door step and some women washing the curtains.

    “You were still sleeping, and since everybody is around, we decided to clean the house for you to save you from stress.”

    She smiled as he said that “Okay so where is mama?”

    “There.” He pointed at a building that has some shades, there, mama sat down on a plastic chair watching as the women and children were cleaning the house.

    She looked at the direction and nodded as she rub his head.

    “Soludo, where can I brush my teeth?”

    “Just head back there,” he pointed to a palm tree that is at the far end of the last building.

    “Thank you.”

    “Aunty, don’t mention. Anything for you.”
    With that, he ran to join the rest of the children.

    Amanda strolled to the palm tree and as she was walking the children were all looking at her, including some women. She heard Soludo whisper to a boy “Ogbonna, I told you she is my wife. See as she fine.”

    Few minutes after she was done, she walked back to the building and straight to the room, she changed into a bum shot and a sleeveless blouse.

    Coming out from the building once more, she greeted mama.

    “My ọla, ị mụ anya. (My jewel. Your finally awake.)” Mama was happy as she saw her.

    “Yes mama, I am. Mama who are this people?”

    “Oh, family relations my dear, that woman seated beside that well is your father’s younger sister, your aunty and Ositadinma, Lotenna and Soludo’s mother. They stay in that building close to your father’s house, the one in the right. While that fair woman that is hanging the curtains in the dry line is the wife of my step son, your father’s Step brother who is not around at the moment. She is the mother of the twins that is fetching water for her, Tobenna and Uchenna. They stay in the last building. And the two men repainting the house is your uncles, distance cousins of your father. Mazi Ebube and Mazi Kingsley.
    That child over there, near that tap is Mazi Kingsley only child, his wife is dead, his name is Eze. They also stay in the last building.
    While Mazi Ebube is the father to Soludo and Ositadinma and Lotenna.
    Lest I forget, Lotenna is that pretty girl sitting with two other girls, she loves dancing a lot.
    While Somadina doesn’t stay in this compound, she and Lotenna are very close friends, she is respectful, even her older brother, Jidenna. Our family and the Ugonnas are very close.
    Somadina normally visit after school, she comes here in the morning on Saturdays.” Mama was still introducing when a young man entered the compound, he was on low cut as he wore a pair of shorts, and a blue jacket.
    Somadina seeing him, stood up immediately and ran to him.

    “That’s Jidenna my dear.” Mama said as she pointed at the young man”s direction, Amanda looked at his direction and nodded.

    “Mama Soludo, greetings.” He spoke out as he saw everyone was busy. Mama Soludo seeing Jidenna smiled,

    “Ah Jidenna, azụ gị site n’obodo. Nnọọ. (Ah Jidenna, your back from the city. Welcome.)” She welcomed him.

    “Ee, daalụ. (Yes, thank you.)”

    He saw mama and a lady seated at the third building so he walked up to them.

    “Granny, good evening.” He greeted as he got to them, looking at that lady seated beside mama, he waved at her and said “Hi”. She looked at him and responded back.

    “Jidenna my son, how are you and your family?”

    “They are fine mama, how about yours?”

    “We thank God, this is my grand daughter, Chimamanda. My late son’s child. She just came from the city few hours ago.” Mama introduced.
    Jidenna looked at her, “Mama she is very beautiful.” He said stealing a glance at her.

    Amanda how ever didn’t look at him, she took an excuse from mama before she stood up and assisted the women in the work.

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