MY FATHER’S NIECE | by Okunlola Azeezat

My Father’s Niece

Communicators League

Stepping hard on the pedal, I brought the car to a halt. While the air smelled of the tyres’ screeching. No, it couldn’t be… I mustn’t have heard right. I could feel my heart race, adrenaline coursing through my veins. Unable to get out of the car, I wondered how I managed to get home safe. Safe… Safe?

A flood of sorrow threatened to push down the door of my heart, but no… not until I discover every single detail. Jolting forward, I realized the engine was still active. I wasn’t ready to die…not yet. Decidedly, I turned off the engine and made my way towards the house. With every step I took, I wished so hard that the discovery I made was false. That all I grew up believing was not a lie. That the woman I called mother, was the one who gave me life through birth. That…

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