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Can’t overlook that
Onomee, Onomee, shouted his Mum, who had returned from the women’s January meeting without the sight of anyone in the house. Everywhere under lock and key. She shouted again, Onome, Onome, a voice replied as if from far, yes, mumm, but it seemed faint and not Onome’s voice.
His mum, with anger and on top of her voice, shouted the third time, Onomeee, Onomeeee, the young lad was now seen running down the road to their house, but in a daze, “What happened? A voice answered me earlier, Onomee, would you explain what all this is for before I lose my temper on you.
Nathanaël Desmeules
At that point, Onome began explaining, we went for a football competition with the next street boys at the back of our compound, so I stationed Michael at the back door of our gate to fake my voice and answer when you are back and calls me, while he sent Sandra to rush to the field to call me.
Mummy, I am sorry, looking at him in fury, she did not know what to do, she picked up a cane beside her, but his continuous plea for forgiveness did not allow her to go on with it. So, she started her rant.
No, I can’t overlook that, Onome, your Dad must hear this, your uncle must hear this, even the reverend father. I will make sure that your teacher hears this. Oh, Onome, you’ve grown to plan such an act. One day, you will put me into trouble. No, I can’t, I can’t just overlook that, and she dragged him into the house. The next thing we all heard was Onome’s voice crying and wailing.
Onome has bitten more than he can chew!
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