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Naija Heels On Cobbled Streets #11 By Olajumoke Omisore

Sade’s tears gushed like rain after a long drought, refusing to cease until he put his arms around her. “It was my fault those men did what they did to me.” Even though the lights were off, she knew he was avoiding her eyes. He held her head next to his chest. “I was warned off by the son of the Portuguese client I worked for.” He started slowly, letting each word hang in the air as if those words were alien to him. “I had decided to quit escorting but Mama wanted to finish building her house. She needed more money. Femi too. He wanted a new car. He said he needed it to drop you off for lectures. You were struggling with your health…” “So, you went back because of us?” She wiped her face with the back of her hand. “No. No, babe. I went back…