“Six thousand Naira,” said the receptionist with a dry voice. Her brown eyes watched Chike, his double chin, his enormous chest protruding through his t-shirt, his big manly hand as it dropped three thousand Naira on the wooden counter. Then she shifted her gaze to Ovie. Ovie dug his shaky hand into his pocket, groping […]
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