Chapter Seventeen **** "So you're saying your father threw you out of his house, just like that?" Uncle Dayo, Tana's father asked rhetorically. We were all seated in the living room of their six bedroom duplex. Tana sat right next to me, while her mother, Aunt Aisha, was seated opposite us. Her father paced to and fro, a habit he had formed, whenever he was deep in thought. I nodded, fully aware of the fact that there wasn't any need to. "I think Benson needs someone to talk to him..." He started. "But..." He continued,reluctantly. "He is hot headed, stubborn too" He stated finally. My thoughts exactly... "We'll figure something out, but I don't want you being idle dear" Tana's mum interjected. "Me neither aunty, I'll have someth
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