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Hello everyone.... A friend of mine has an online book launch on 25th of June 2020.

Its a poem anthology on stereotypes and all that.... You'll see the book cover above....

This launch is taking place on whatsapp, and she needs as many audience as possible....

You don't have to be a poet or a poetist to join, all she wants is an audience, I'll be pasting the link here and on my message board.

[ https://chat.whatsapp.com/IZqDI2TEZ3RBubxpBxkVqp]

You can join the group chat with that link, there are lots of group chats for this launch.

Please join Smiler for her book launch....

Counting on you guys..... Thank you.

By the time, Nishola's parents were back home, Nishola had eaten dinner. Nishola opened the  door of her room to greet my parents as they walked upstairs.

The tired looks on their faces made Nishola smile a little.

"Welcome" Nishola said.

"How are you sweetie?" Mrs Osanyibi asked.

"Fine. You seem tired" Nishola said following her parents to their room.

She helped her dad peel off his jacket. Mr Osanyibi sat down while Nishola helped him remove his shoes.

"Thank God, its a weekend;you guys come home tired everyday" Nishola said pouting.

"How was your day?" Mr Osanyibi asked.

Nishola shrugged "Nothing changed" Nishola replied "Yours?" Nishola asked.

"Nothing much, although I'm gonna be busy in the coming weeks. We have a new project" Mr Osanyibi replied yawning a little.

"Ohh" Nishola said as she watched her mom change into a loose long gown.

"I'll tell them to send your food up" Nishola said.

"Thanks sweetie" Mrs Osanyibi said as Nishola exited the room. She walked to the kitchen and told one of the maids to send the food up.

Nishola walked into her room and plopped quietly on her bed. The soft bed pressed down slightly as Nishola clasped her hands on her stomach and stared at the ceiling.

Before long, her eyes started fluttering slowly as she slept off.

"Ni... " Mrs Osanyibi called as she opened her daughter's door. She wore a tired smile as she saw her daughter.

She walked up to her and pulled the blanket over her. Nishola's hand grabbed hers as she started mumbling few things in her sleep.

Mrs Osanyibi clammed her hand over my mouth trying not to cry out. She tried to tuggle her hand out of Nishola's grip but the latter was holding her very tightly.

Mrs Osanyibi sighed as she removed her indoor slippers and entered the bed with her daughter rubbing her back softly.

Mr Osanyibi opened the door and heaves a small sigh seeing the scene. He walked further into the room as he also entered the bed with Nishola.

"Hello Siri" Mr Osanyibi called out.

"Hello Mr Patrick, how are you today?" A robotic voice said.

"I'm fine. Keep the room at a warm temperature" Mr Osanyibi replied.

"Okay Mr Patrick" the robotic voice said again.

Before long, the room was warm as Mrs Osanyibi eyes were closing already.

Nishola opened her eyes slowly as the looking around. Her eyes went to the digital clock placed beside her bed.

7:36am.

Nishola tried to sit up on the bed startled.

No nightmares today?

That only happened when her parents slept with her. Nishola eyes scanned the room and found an empty room but after seeing her father's robe on the coat stand, she knew they had slept with her.

Nishola groaned as she sat on the edge of the bed.

"Hello Siri" Nishola called out.

"Hello Ni, How are you today?" A robotic voice asked.

"I'm fine, please draw the curtains" Nishola replied.

The curtains were slowly pulled apart as the bright morning sun rays were reflected in the room.

"Such a nice weather" Nishola murmured as she walked into the bathroom.

Nishola walked downstairs wearing a turtle neck top and a little baggy trousers. She tied her braids upwards, yet they still fell on her shoulders. Her eyes brightened a little when she smelt a nice aroma from the kitchen.

Nishola smiled when she saw her dad reading the newspaper in the sitting room.

"Good morning dad" Nishola said plopping on one of the chairs.

"Good morning sweetie. How was your night?" Mr Osanyibi asked.

"Thanks to you and mom, no worries" Nishola said with a smile as she picked the remote from the center table.

Nishola flicked through the numerous channels as nothing caught her interest. She finally stopped at Kungfu TV and placed the remote down.

A movie was airing as Nishola sat down to watch it. Her eyes flickered as she watching the actors and actresses with their flying robes, their hairs styled up in different ways.

"Ni, its time for breakfast" Mrs Osanyibi called out.

Nishola turned swiftly backwards "Mom, you cooked?" Nishola asked.

"Sure" Mrs Osanyibi said with a smile.

Nishola's eyes lightened up as she turned to the TV again.

"I just want to check the title of this movie" Nishola said picking the remote. She checked the info as she nodded her head.

"Such a long title" Nishola murmured dropping the remote and walking to the dinning table.

The Chinese movie had caught her interest and since it was an episodic series, Nishola couldn't understand it since she had missed out the earlier episodes.

Nishola sat down and started eating, warmth spreading in her chest. She enjoyed eating her mom's food a lot. Not that the maids cooking were lousy, but she just carved for her mom's food.

Nishola bit into her chicken as she remembered the party she got invited to.

"Huh? Mom... Dad... I have something to say" Nishola said.

"What is it sweetie?" Mrs Osanyibi asked.

"I got invited to a party and its this night. Few blocks away from this place. Yanmife and I got invited" Nishola rushed out.

Strange expressions were found on Mr and Mrs Osanyibi faces.

"You got invited to a party?" Mrs Osanyibi asked.

"Yeah" Nishola replied playing with her food

"That's nice" Mr Osanyibi said a smile on his lips "Being a long time you attended a party or something" He added.

"So, can I go?" Nishola asked.

"Of course you can!" Mrs Osanyibi replied suppressing the tears threatening to burst out anytime.

"Thank you" Nishola replied.

Breakfast ended as Nishola walked back to her room as she picked her phone. She quickly dailed Yanmife's number.

Yanmife picked up on the third ring.

"Hello Nishola, how are you?" Yanmife asked over the phone.

"Fine. My parents agreed, so come to my house before 7, Kazeem will take us there" Nishola replied.

"Oh, that's nice. I'll be there" Yanmife said

"See you" Nishola said as she hung up.

She walked towards her computer and she powdered it on.

"Hello Siri" Nishola asked.

"Hello Ni, how can I help you?" A robotic voice asked.

"Put on the internet connection" Nishola replied as she typed in her password and the desktop screen of the computer came up.

She quickly went to the computer's browser and typed in the title of the Chinese movie she had seen before.

Results came also after. Seeing faces of familiar actors and actresses, Nishola gave a satisfied nod as she started downloading it.

She liked Chinese movies a great deal, she liked their way of dressing, the way their hair was arranged, she liked their culture and atmosphere.

Nishola grabbed her phone remembering that the movie she downloaded the day before, she hadn't watched it yet.

She stuck her earpods in her ear and started watching the movie, while the Chinese movie was downloading on the PC.

"What are we going to do?" James asked no one in particular.

"We have a match with Greenland soon" Joel yawned.

"Why did he have to go skating at such a crucial time?" Mattew asked his face twisting.

Losing to Greenland was extremely embarrassing.

"We definitely can't lose to Greenland oo, abeg" Mattew said as the face of all basketballers twisted.

Losing to Greenland was truly unimaginable. They had been rivals with Greenland since forever, they competed on every level.

"Snr Damien, let me replace Kay" Micheal said as Joel burst into laughter.

A guy who was leaning on the bench slowly opened his eyes. He sent an icy glare to Micheal as Micheal shivered slightly.

The guy slowly rose to his feet, his eyebrows furrowed. He was tall and extremely slim that he also looked like a girl but his lean stature gave him a sexy aura. He heaved a sigh as he rolled his beautiful eyes.

Losing to Greenland was truly unacceptable but Micheal replacing Kay? That was totally out of it.

"You want to replace Kay?" The guy asked.

The basket ball players standing felt their knees go weak. The guy's voice although harsh had this unconcealable seductiveness to it.

"Snr Damien, Kay can't recover from his leg ingury in two weeks which is when we have a match with Greenland. He's a key player, someone has to replace him" Micheal replied.

"With those skills of yours, you want to replace Kay?" Damien asked frowning.

"I think she's right, you really have illusionary disorder" Damien added before the basket ball court erupted in laughter.

No one had forgotten the previous day incidence. Micheal clenched his fists immediately.

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Its Friday, so here's your update.

Yunno I was talking about Nigerian parents evolving, Nishola's parents don evolve pass Anjola's one wahali...

I'm sure you agree with me.

Thanks for the 100 reads on 'MINT'.

_ LH _™