Heiresses In Hot Water

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ining room-the one with the stupid crystal chandelier

to Africa with Grandm

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light. Twenty f

ur sisters, a crying baby in the next row,

phones and mumbled poetry about death. Chloe kept gasping every time we hit turbulence-"Is this where the lion

years on

en...

of roasted corn and car fumes. People shouted. Taxi drivers fought. Ch

andma sat in the front, looking like a queen in sunglasses

rls," she said. "Time

THAT EVE

s, honking cars, yelling people-but I was dying. My

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rble floors, chandeli

doors, faded curtains, and lizards. Lizards

ing onto Vivian's designer bag. She shrieked

just l

. They bring

wanted Dior,

of disasters.

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walks around like she owns the place, si

eaking glances at the poor carpente

g for a man who smells like wood and sweat. Can you

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bly hates the sun itself. Back home she wrote poetry ab

at she d

joined a Lagos st

se trying to practice Zanku or some Afrobeat move. Sh

augh-but I was too busy

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big smile, tiny brain. She honestly

n the plane, "what if lions

n Lagos?

oy who barely speaks English. I swear, this

ut with a machete. A machete. She cl

for h

baby..

f queen. TikTok addict. The on

" Now she speaks Pidgin better than any of us. Sometimes I hear her shout

s her, of cou

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of Lagos

sador. Still scarier than an angr

with just a glance. She called us here for a "vacation" bu

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slippers from the local market. Hair frizzy

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