All Chapters of Melanin Diaries: Perfectly Imperfect: Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

Chapter Begins "You are not my mother."    Those words continued to linger in Mokunfayo's head, even as hours turned to days and days to over a week.    Stephen's outburst had left her severely shocked. She couldn't help wondering how long he had held the thought in his head—out of the abundance of the heart and all that. Did he think of her often? And what did Stephen take her as?    Eventually the questions changed dimension. Where was Stephen's mother really? What happened to her? Who was she even?    Mokunfayo's brother had never brought the woman to meet the family or anything like that when he was alive and considering the circumstances that led to their meeting, Mokunfayo had no way of knowing. Not a clue. 

Chapter ninety-three. Mokunfayo Badmus:My vision initially blurred when I heard my brother's children call out their mother in what seemed like excitement, but when she sashayed further into the auditorium and my brother's kids rushed towards her like long lost lovers reuniting, I suddenly felt the surroundings whirling. If it wasn't for Mike suddenly appearing by my side to support my weight, there was no saying what would have happened had I fallen down the stairs and hit my head on the marble tiles the stairs had been made up of. "Are you okay?" I heard a voice of Mike's worry echo from quite a distance, but I was too busy focusing on the excited giggles and hugs and kisses the trio busied themselves with to reply the man holding me to his side. 

Mokunfayo Badmus:"Let's go kids," Chioma piped up as Madam Peju,the officiating ministers and the rest of our well wishers filed out of the cathedral and began to drag Stephen by the ear and Amaka by her arm towards the nearest exit in the room. "If you even dare to move another inch without a permission from the children's guardian to leave with her ward, trust me when I say the consequences will be dire." And Mike was quick to respond with his infamous threats, only that this time, he looked as hell, like he wasn't going to hesitate to carry out his threat. His caveman approach to preventing the sudden exit of my latest enemy seemed to have worked perfectly, as the woman halted with shock and slight fear evident in her features. All that was until Stephen pulled out a gun

Mokunfayo Badmus:Chioma must have thought it was a ploy of mine to change her mind, for she piped up almost immediately. "Amaka is going to leave this pace with her mother–" "I believe Aunt Rain has earned the right to say a proper goodbye mom. You owe her that much." I was proud of Amaka when she interrupted her mother in a polite manner. It was quite a relief that I'd at least, one of my wards has turned out fine. Chioma had no other option but to nod her approval with a watery smile plastered on her face. I blatantly refused when Mike offered to drive me and settled for hailing the next available cab I found after wobbling my way out of the cathedral with my neice in tow. The ride back to the apartment complex we

Chapter Begins"You are not my mother." Those words continued to linger in Mokunfayo's head, even as hours turned to days and days to over a week. Stephen's outburst had left her severely shocked. She couldn't help wondering how long he had held the thought in his head—out of the abundance of the heart and all that. Did he think of her often? And what did Stephen take her as? Eventually the questions changed dimension. Where was Stephen's mother really? What happened to her? Who was she even? Mokunfayo's brother had never brought the woman to meet the family or anything like that when he was alive and considering the circumstances that led to their meeting, Mokunfayo had no way of knowing. Not a clue.  None of the children liked to talk about it and Mokun never pressed. She understood that they would talk whenever they were ready and she tolerated that. At least