Audiobook- Nigerian Accent
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The Secret Lives of baba Sadie's wives, written by Lola, narrated by Sarah johnson. Chapter One belly ache when baba Segi, I woke with a belly ache for the sixth day in a row, he knew it was time to do something drastic about his fourth wife's childlessness. He was sure the pain wasn't caused by hunger or trapped gas. It was from the build up of months and months of worry. Grant escaped the woman lying next to him. He glanced sideways and saw that his leg had stapled his second wife to the bed. He observed the jerky rise and fall of her bosom and he didn't move to ease her discomfort. His thoughts returned to balon lee and his stomach tightened again then and there he decided to pay teach I visit. He would get there at sunrise. So teacher would know that it was no ordinary stopover. As soon as his driver packed the pickup truck by the gutter that circled the Qara baba Segi flung open the passenger door and re inflated his large frame without a word or a backward glance at his driver. He dashed down a narrow alleyway. If his eyes hadn't been entirely fixed on teachers shack, he might have noticed that his driver had scrambled after him, baba Segi stepped aside to make room for the school Children on their daily pilgrimage. These Children went to great pains to beat teacher good morning, just to see him steam up the louvers with his response. Good morning. The smoky eyed sage hummed, the Children waved happily and totaled. After school baba Segi shook his head If their parents ever discovered that they had strayed from the dusty road that led to wisdom, stepped wide legged over spluttering gutters and shifted between random buildings. Those Children would be in grave trouble. Teachers, shock was not Kara and Kara was not a place for Children. It wasn't a specific place. But when he asked for directions, people looked away from their twirling wrists. There were three reasons for this. First. Absolutely. No one wanted to admit to knowing where it was, in case their neighbors were listening. Second Kara didn't have distinct boundaries. Last Kara was more than four or 5 parallel streets laced by lasciviousness. It was a spirit. The dark buildings were full of women whose faces glowed under ultraviolet lights. These women lived for other women's men. They cooked for them, drank with them, fought over them, ****** them, nursed them, slapped them and loved them, and when the longing love caused made them ill, they surrendered their lives and died for them.
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Narrator, Storyteller, Amusing, Conversational, Engaging, Nigerian