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An excuse for immorality
<p>I quietly walked outside my balcony, leaving Pere my childhood friend in my own room that now feels strange to me....</p><p><br/></p><p>She just pierced my heart with words that a mother is abominated to say..</p><p><br/></p><p>We grew up together in a regular face-me-i-face-you old building in Ketu, Lagos. Our parents started their friendship almost as soon as we started ours just few days after i and my parents got there, and time flew so fast we could barely remember we were not related by blood. Peresimi's parents are the too-busy type that leaves their only daughter at mines' and since my mother runs a small kiosk just outside the building looking after both of us was the least of her problem since we loved playing with each other.</p><p><br/></p><p>We did everything together, bath, study, went to church, snuck out to pluck fruits and even made our hair style match every week. Just few weeks after her 9th birthday party one of our selfish-bachelor neighbor successfully lured her into his own room and did the unthinkable to her, but she didn't tell her parents, when I told my mother, she cried and consoled her after reporting him to the Landlord who immediately evicted him ..a year later another neighbor, this time a married man with 8 children molested her in the toilet. She made me promise not to tell my mother this time because she also has my secret with her......</p><p>Part 2 loading......</p><p><br/></p>
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