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ught in the storm. With the bad roads, she was sure there’d be no car around. These days, out of nowhere there would be a heavy downpour of rain. In her small neighbourhood of Unguwan Dosa, storms were a constant thing. Especially during the August perio

tache that went up and down anytime he spoke. Kids made fun of him because of his figure, but one thing she knew about h

d bewildered. The shop had two stories – the ground floor, a large section of

hed to his bookshop in the middle of an upcoming storm just to buy a new book called 'I AM A FEMI

ed to buy. So I am just going to quickly check it a

e third shelves," He exp

ted to buy the book since it was published. She was active on bookstagram raving about it, and even participated in a blog tour just last month. She had already read i

ing was striking fast and t

nd. She already has one up in her room." He smiled. Nina was his daughter and also Jameela’s best friend. B

ee Nina." She fled out of the shop, hearing him shouting at her to be careful, as she crossed the busy street. Rain flooded sud

Hurry inside. What were

om. I got it.

Wow. You really have something to read now. Nice. Go and chang

nagged and cried not wanting to leave her parents. Jameela cringed, remembering her screams. No one could blame her though. She was a child and besides, a lot of the other kids had cried as well. She remembered being so upset at every little thing, so she never fully enjoyed it. Back then, it was still in Nigeria at least. But this time, it would be differen

ndow. It was like it never rained, except for the sandy smell and wet pavements. She jumped out

ice. Jameela sighed. Every time Dada was around, Mom made sure to ensure they all greeted her. She even kept an account of who greeted Dada and who didn’t. Maybe it was because Mom had noticed the

e sighed. "I

r short flight of chairs and into a living room. The house was divided into three sections. Dad’s,