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I lived in our small village Obinabo in
Anambra state with my mother Ada (as her friends call her) and my
younger brother Ebuka.
My dad had passed on earlier in the year.My dad
had been a strong man, healthy and full of life , a man of honour until
that fateful thursday which marked the beginning of our misery as a
family without a head.

The previous day i had asked him for my school fees and that of my brother.

"Daddy, they asked us to pay our school fees before monday, and you know how that headmaster behaves, he doesn't care who you are or what your reason for late payment is, he'll just embarrass you there in front of everybody" i said to him

" Ah, how can he do that? as a teacher he has to respect the students too and their parents" my dad replied, "but you know, it's good to respect your teachers and those in authority, because the bible asked us to and that's the right thing to do"
He added in his nice of way trying not to paint anybody black or give his children the impression that they can do whatever they wished even the wrong things.

something like this i guess, i have not written any story yet but am writting, just want your work to be neat and not scattered....

[quote author=Amyjustin]I lived in our small village Obinabo in
Anambra state with my mother, Ada (as her friends call her) and my
younger brother Ebuka. My dad had passed on earlier in the year.My dad
had been a strong man, healthy and full of life , a man of honour until
that fateful thursday which marked the beginning of our misery as a
family without a head.

The previous day i had asked him for my school fees and that of my brother.

"Daddy, they asked us to pay our school fees before monday, and you know how that headmaster behaves, he doesn't care who you are or what your reason for late payment is, he'll just embarrass you there in front of everybody" i said to him

" Ah, how can he do that? as a teacher he has to respect the students too and their parents" my dad replied, "but you know, it's good to respect your teachers and those in authority, because the bible asked us to and that's the right thing to do"
He added in his nice of way trying not to paint anybody black or give his children the impression that they can do whatever they wished even the wrong things.

I guess you can space them like i did, i have not written any story yet but am writting, just want your work to be neat and not scattered....

Space the replies, following sha....

That was short na, abeg update more...

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