Nigerian book
Description
Vocal Characteristics
Language
EnglishVoice Age
Middle Aged (35-54)Accents
African (General) NigerianTranscript
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It was in the early eighties, around the time a group of senior Army officers off our true, the democratically elected government, when Austrian lace on ash okay were trendy on church services were fashion shows on end, less shameless carnival of women in colourful blouses blended with expensive each are full, which they tied in layers and pleats until discards were piled atop their heads like large plants, obstructing the view ofthe everyone seated behind them. Everyone looked forward to Sundays to going to church. Those who could not afford the procession snuck in very early for the Children service because that was the graceful thing to do to worship with Children in their simple clothes, off cheap blouses over Nigerian wax on ock rika shoes who's heels had worn out and made Cory Cory Cory sounds on the tiled floor. It was on a Monday after one of those Sundays that oh God, Emma walked into Barrister Seamus office for the first time. The room was 70 the fun world scattering the papers on the clot out desk. They floated to the floor, slid another table under the chair by the door by her feet. She wondered if it would be awkward tow walk in uninvited and picked them up. She knocked again. Louder this time. Hello, she called out, her voice echoing. There was a click off heels. A girl emerged from the connecting door, her blues cats so shot she would not be comfortable if she were to bend over to get the papers. The name tag pinned to her white blouse, said she wass Amara.