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CHINWE(the life of a ghetto girl)Episode 1(18+)


A bucket was kicked violentlyaway from the line that hadbeen formed by the side of thewell. There was outrage.Voices were raised and a fewbodies were shoved in anger.This scenario played out almostevery morning and the residentsof inland street were used to the fracas. In the huge melee, Ironegot down to work briskly. Hedunked the small bucket used todraw water from the well andbegan to fill his many bucketsand basins, while Gbenga and Sesan tried to calm down thewarring parties. A few, veryobservant girls had keyed intoIrone’s train of thought anddeftly jumped the queue to getwater. One was those girls, was called Chinwe… Popularly knownas chi-chiChinwe was the hottest bitchon Koso street. Her beauty wasnot measured by her face,stature, brains, height, skin color or other such criteria.Chinwe's beauty was strictlymeasured by the activeness andactivity of her vagina.Her father had been stripped offhis manliness when he lost his job as a Hotel Manager in a No-Star, barely-above-ashawo joint,hotel. The energy to seekanother job vanished along withhis job loss so he did what everylazy man in the hood did; turned ‘born again’ and stuck at ittill he became someone relevantenough to get the Pastor’strust and inadvertently, aChurch salary.Mama Chinwe sold Ugwu at junction market. It was rumoredthat half the time, she frolickedwith a few of the Ekene DiliChukwu bus drivers around theirpark at First Gate but no onehad any concrete proof. Chinwe's two older sistershad struggled to finishsecondary school. The oldest,Udochika, realized early enoughthat schooling wasn’t for her.To be continued...

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