UPRISING

ℂℽℕᝨℍⅈᗅ felt uneasy as hell, she wished to disappear.Morenike refused to reply her greetings. She stood at the threshold of the kitchen with hands akimbo looking askance at her light braless top and bare midriff. She could not believe his son would come home with such a disgust for a wife - a girl that obviously seemed to have no ounce of morality or serenity. Impossi-cant! she even has a tattoo, ah, what is it? Butterfly, close to her breast! Abi on her breast gon ni. No no no...this boy wants to finally give me bad name.Fred was disappointed at the way his mother glared at her. He had told Cynthia a lot of good things about his mum, even though he had sometimes mentioned that the old woman was a disciplinarian, a moralist and once upon a time, a vibrant Deeper Lifer. He had made her fall in love with his mother, enough to make her desperate to see her future

ᝨℍℰ newsroom was not as noisy as it usually was that morning. No one had the time to talk or gist about their roving the previous day, about politics, fashion, family or their job. However, it was still a mad room.The reporters were all busy putting their reports in order before they would submit them to me. I gave them an ultimatum for all their reports to be on my desk before 9:20 AM. Most of them were head bent over pieces of paper inking vigorously, some others crowded the limited typists placating with whispers and lobbying to add their news reports to the days bulletin, while a few others where in the editing room merging their voice overs with rushes.The morning news was usually aired by 10:00AM, although a good number of the reporters had arrived the office late because the company's coastal bus that brought them to the office broke down along the road that morning because of a bad spark plug. The driver had alread