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CHAPTER 4: INTER-RACIAL RELATIONS, IN CREEK TOWN

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  The day for the visit to the Chief Priest had arrived. Mazi Eze arranged the materials for the sacrifice accordingly. When he was done, he called for his wife, Lucy to come join him. The couple had agreed to teach their relative a lesson, for being such a stingy and insolent man. ‘Lucy!’ Mazi Eze shouted as he went around the compound, looking for his wife. On getting to the back of the compound, he met his daughter holding a bowl of water, with her mother bent over and vomit on the floor ‘bring the water let me wash my mouth, and my face.’ Lucy said, collecting the water from the teenager. The teenager froze in fear on seeing her father. ‘Lucy is everything okay?’ Mazi Eze asked his wife. ‘It just started this morning, I think its malaria.’ Lucy replied. ‘Can you make the trip to the place, Lucy?’ Mazi Eze asked his voluptuous wife, not wanting his teenage daughter to know where they were headed. The woman assured him that she would accompany him, after all she...

CHAPTER 3: RELIGIOUS HARMONY, THE CREEK TOWN WAY.

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  CHAPTER 3: RELIGIOUS HARMONY, THE CREEK TOWN WAY.   August 9 th …   Khadijah cried on the Deacon’s shoulders.   ‘It’s alright my dear, where’s Alhaji?’ the Deacon asked.   ‘He travelled.’ Khadijah replied as she wiped the tears from her eyes.   ‘It is well, I will have to leave now.’ The Deacon said.   ‘Please can you wait, till my people come.’ Khadijah.   ‘You’re home alone?’ Deacon James asked Khadijah.   ‘Yes. I am.’ Khadijah said her eyes looking downwards, ‘you can go, I will just lock the doors and wait for them.’   ‘Nah, it’s okay, I will wait, my wife also travelled.’ Deacon James replied ‘Are your people on their way?’   ‘No, I haven’t, let me go and get my phone from my room.’ Khadijah said, getting up and heading towards the stairs, when Deacon James catches up to her.   ‘Don’t call them yet.’ Deacon James says, as his hands finds its way to Khadijah’s waist. The woman t...

CHAPTER 2: PHILANTHROPY, THE CREEK TOWN WAY.

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  CHAPTER 2: PHILANTHROPY, THE CREEK TOWN WAY.   The crowd applauded the recipients as they left the stage, Chief Ekpo, founder of the Ekpo Scholarship came on the stage just as a female recipient in white shirt and a blue skirt, walked past him. As he prepared to give his speech, he seemed to be looking for someone in the crowd.   Ekaete reached where her husband and kids were, as they all gathered around and hugged her, and when the youngest couldn’t get a hug as he was small, Ekaete bent to hug her last child and unintentionally positioned her body in a sexually suggestive posture being in an unladylike posture. Ekaetes’ exceptionally huge buttocks poked out as she bent downwards to pick you the toddler, her legs spread apart to offer her a more grounded support. A man in the crowd had been looking out for the sharing of food, shamelessly looked at Ekaete’s big buttocks as she bent to lift her toddler, he got a resounding slap from his wife, for his wandering e...