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NGN 2,000,000 Getting recognition for her vibrant array of fruit juices, creamy smoothies, and carefully layered parfait mixes was a talent her Grandma encouraged her daily to profess. Mama Ty would tap her firm but wrinkled lap and gesture for her to sit on it, "Mama Ty, I am quite big now, you can't carry me," Atinuke chuckled as she remembered how Mama Ty would only repeat the motion without uttering a word. Gently sitting on Mama Ty's lap so as to not hear cracked bones, Mama Ty would hop her up with her lap and hold her firmly, "The Bible says in Proverbs 18:16 that a man's gift maketh room for him, and bringeth him before great men, don't despise what you do my Tea, let God be glorified and watch how he will use your sweet fruits to take you up, cheer up my Tea". Atinuke exhaled softly, a tear welling as if stirred by memories, gently pressing against the warm gold shimmer of her bronzed cheeks and matte finish. Being laughed at while growing u...

                    N570              Pushing the ruggedly looking tortoise car as trickle of sweat beaded into the sides of her vanilla rosy cheeks, "cherish this family heirloom" her grandma sweet voice was clear as day, she snickered at the thought of her still having this mechanical deformity of a car by April. Pushing through the busy street of Lukwe with the last fuel the battered car could muster, Atinuke drove into Pa Kem's Filling Station, the only existing one in the whole of Luwe Community. "How much PMS, Ma?" Bugo asked, her voice smooth but laced with something sharper, the chubby fuel attendant stood with one hand on her hip, her uniform clinging to curves that told stories of long days under the sun and hurried meals between shifts.  Though the word ‘Ma’ left her lips, it was delivered with a flicker of something less respectful, an almost imperceptible sneer that curled at the corne...